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


01-25-2011


Intro


The camera cuts down from the obligatory Chaos entrance movie and down to ringside. The fans are wracked with excitement but for now we’re sitting with McDaniel and Rentfro. McDaniel leans forward into a very serious business pose.

Jon McDaniel: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have what is sure to be an action packed show –

Brian Rentfro: Including another title defence from positively the best world champion in PWA history… next to the Phoenix… and maybe Jay.

Jon gives him dismissive stare.

Jon McDaniel: But before we get to that, we have a special match from earlier in the night. Despite it’s original placement on the card, Lisa Seldon had this match pulled forward into the preshow in order to, in her words, get it out of the way before she arrived so she didn’t have to look the tiny sod in his cold, dead, emotionless eyes.

Brian Rentfro: Standard fair really.

So lets take you to that now.

Pain vs Joshua Danielson

Crimson Cup Match


Joshua stumbles through the curtain with Pain following closely behind, brandishing a chair that comes down through Joshua's back. Joshua then stumbles into the guardrail before quickly diving out of the way as Pain brings the chair down with every intention of crushing his head against the barrier.

Pain turns around as Joshua pops up and clips him with a Dropkick that causes him to drop his weapon and fall back. Joshua then jumps up again and hurls Pain toward the ring where he gets bent back over the frame. He then rushes for the follow up but Pain lowers his head and darts forward, crashing his skull through the bridge of Joshua's nose. He then stumbles forward and swings a punch at nothing as Joshua is already out on the floor.

Pain slows down for a moment as he slides Joshua under the ropes and then slithers in after him. Joshua is slow to his feet as Pain stalks around behind him, letting Joshua find his feet and wipe the blood from his eyes, before catching him on the turn and spearing him into the corner. Pain then forces up against him and sinks his nails into the cut, hoping to tear it wide open. Joshua springs back to life though and sends him away before lunging with a kick. Pain however manages to spin out of the way, and then floors him with an Elbow in the back of the head.

Joshua goes down in a heap and Pain kicks him over onto his back before dropping down onto his chest with a right hand that rips away at his already bloodied face. Joshua tries to get his hands up to defend but Pain pushes them away and tries with another right hand, then one from the left, and another, descending down into an animalistic flurry of punches that grind Joshua into meat.

Joshua's arms go limp and the referee tries to move in to check him, but Pain thrusts him aside and then thrusts his hands down into Joshua's throat, aiming to choke him out of whatever life he has left.

Pain clamps down on his wind pipe and rattles his head back and forth while the referee jumps down to make a quick count of three and then calls for the bell to get the match over with. But Pain isn't budging, forcing the referee to knock him off by force.

Pain leaps back to his feet as the referee slides in over Joshua to protect him. That quickly becomes the least of his worries though as Pain runs up and buries his foot between the referee's eyes and sends him across the ring. He then looms over Joshua... tightens his fist.

Pain moves as if to attack again but his eyes dart to the rings edge where security are swarming. He quickly sizes up the odds and then decides to retreat, slipping out of the ring and then off through the crowd before anyone in security can lay a hand on him.

We cut back to ringside.

Brian Rentfro: So... that was very uncomfortable.

Jon McDaniel: I think we'll just get on with the show.

Don't Fear The Reaper


A black 2012 Lincolkn MK-S makes the turn towards the back entrance to the arena for tonights show, blasting loud rap music of course. We catch the Redeemer give a nod to a mysterious individual one floor up on the parking garage. This individual balances himself on the ledge as the Lincoln comes directly underneath.

Brian Rentfro: Oh crap. What is this now?

Jon McDaniel: No rest for the weary, Brian.

The man drops off the ledge, his legs stretched out! He dropkicks the driver of the Lincoln right through his windshield! The man yells in pain himself as the Lincoln picks up speed and heads blindly into the parking garage, crashing into another parked car. This sends the mysterious man flying away from the Lincoln and onto the pavement. The Redeemer is slowly walking towards the vehicle with a crowbar in hand.

Brian Rentfro: What a rude welcome!

Kalis kicks his car door open and gets out of the Lincoln, looking VERY pissed off as he stumbles out holding his head.

Simon Kalis: What the FUCK? Come on man, come on...

Kalis looks over his new ride and sighs.

Simon Kalis: Come on...

He turns to see The Redeemer approaching.

Simon Kalis: Duff? What the hell?

The Redeemer: No... Not Duff.

Kalis sighs as he turns his head, and the mysterious man with Redeemer is back to his feet. He adjusts his Fedora and trench coat, his silky mask changing appearance in the light.

Simon Kalis: And who the fuck is this weirdo Duff?

The Redeemer stops and smirks, though he isn't in his usual mask. He looks like Duff, but...

The Redeemer: Like I said Simon, not Duff. And this? Well...

The mysterious man nods, cracking his knuckles and stepping forward.

The Redeemer: This is an import from the Orient.

Kalis scoffs and rolls his eyes.

Hikari Yueri: My name is Hikari Yurei. You will come to know it well, Master Kalis.

Kalis cocks an eyebrow as he clutches his sides, his suit a little dirty from the initial dropkick.

Simon Kalis: So wait... You have a goon now Redeemer? HAHAHAA.. Ow ow... My ribs hurt, please. Don't make me laugh.

Redeemer cracks the crowbar against the passenger side window of Kalis' new Lincoln, and Simon sighs again as the glass shatters. Hikari steps forward and undoes his trench coat, seemingly ready for battle.

The Redeemer: Goon is such a derogatory term, Simon... I see Hikari more as an associate.

Hikari nods as he leaps forward onto the hood of Kalis' Lincoln. Simon looks up and shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: Master Kalis? Listen, I don't know who this dance dance revolution kid you found is Redeemer... But he isn't an employee of the PWA.

Hikari looks down at Simon and shakes his head as he flaps his trench coat.

Simon Kalis: I don't fear you, Hello Kitty boy.

Kalis quickly reaches into his breast pocket for a weapon, and pulls out a taser which Hikari Yurei quickly kicks out of Simons hand. He smirks as he looks up at Hikari, but Hikari quickly sends a swift kick into Kalis' face that sends Kalis spinning with spit flying from his mouth. Redeemer quickly circles around to the other side where Simon is and swings the crowbar at Kalis' head. Kalis' head spins back into the other direction as his fresh wounds from the Rumble in the Bronx are reopened quickly. Kalis plants himself against the wall groggily and smirks as he wipes the blood from his face.

Simon Kalis: I was wrong. You're both the goons of Ryan Ross, here to soften me up?

Redeemer grabs Simon by the throat and lifts him up before chokeslamming him onto the roof of the Lincoln MK-S. The roof crunches inward with the force of Kalis' body and he groans in pain. Hikari lifts Simon Kalis up and spins him around and then around again before leaping off the top of the car with Kalis in tow, crushing Simon's face against the cold pavement of the parking garage with a spinning kamikaze.

Jon McDaniel: WHOA! WHAT A MOVE!

Brian Rentfro: Our Champion is being assaulted here!!! Will no one stop this?!

Jon McDaniel: You reap what you sow.

Hikari and Redeemer look down at Kalis as he remains motionless, curdling in his own pool of blood. Hikari buttons up his trench coat and nods to The Redeemer.

The Redeemer: We are your redemption.

Hikari Yurei: We are your salvation.

The Redeemer opens up the passenger door to the now ruined Lincoln and rips it off its hinges in a grand display of strength, before bringing it over his head and smashing it against Simon's back. Simon rolls onto his back in pain, but maintains a smile as he looks up at them. Hikari reaches into the car and pulls out the PWA World title and smashes it over Simons face before rubbing it in his blood. He drapes the title over Simons chest and both he and Redeemer stand back.

The Redeemer: Your glory is stained with the blood of many...

Hikari adjusts his fedora and nods.

Hikari Yurei: Soon the many shall be stained with this blood of yours.

Hikari stomps his foot down over Simon's face and slaps his chest, extending his right arm outward in the old fascist Order salute. Redeemer lowers his head and raises his right fist.

Hikari Yurei: All Hail Simon Kalis.

Hikari and Redeemer nod in satisfaction as they begin walking off, leaving Simon Kalis in a bloody mess...

You Should Have Seen What They Did To The Easter Bunny


“Arcarsenal” by At The Drive-In starts to hammer through the sound system; after several seconds Teresa Quaranta appears at the top of the ramp, grinning widely and getting a warm welcome from the Philadelphia crowd. She isn't wearing her in ring gear or the toga costume, opting instead for the same T-Shirt she wore during last week's promo and a pair of jeans. She waves as she walks down to the ramp, slowly soaking in her first appearance since winning Rumble in the Bronx.

Teresa Quaranta: So I hear there was a really big match a while ago.

She breaks into a big grin as the crowd applauds.

Teresa Quaranta: So many critics told me it couldn't be done - big, angry critics who strangle people for a living. The Rumble in the Bronx is a big, uphill struggle against the entire PWA roster - and there doesn't exist a more focused, determined and elite group of people in all of professional wrestling. But, I made it - exactly like I said I would. That's the past. We now have a Genesis main event. It's the PWA Championship. It's a huge prize, it sends careers to an entirely new level. Everywhere I go now, people who don't know me ask me if I can do what I say I can do, if I can win the PWA Championship. And people who DO know me ask me what kind of crazy hijinks I'll be doing once I've won. But that... that's the future.

Teresa pauses and leans against the ropes.

Teresa Quaranta: I have to worry about... right now. I've got a match against... Rayn. Now, I've got a few things going to my advantage tonight. Number one, I'm coming off one of the biggest wins of my career. I feel energized. I feel better than ever, I feel like... like I could listen to a Marvin Wood promo without drinking a gallon of 5 Hour Energy beforehand! Second. I'm fighting Rayn, who apparently hasn't been told about those "off days" in his contract. Third, and most importantly -

Before Teresa can finish, she's interrupted by the opening to "Reptile" by Nine Inch Nails. The drip-drop notes of display as little pinpoints of red laser along the ceiling and floor. When the song breaks, the lights flare green and fade back to white as Karina Cecilla enters, sauntering down the ramp in a black cheongsam trimmed in emerald, toying with a feather fan. Jon McDaniel wisel decides to chip in for the fans at home.

Jon McDaniel: PWA's newest signing might be familiar to some of you at home- Karina Cecilla has been a decorated fixture at some of our biggest competitors. Raised in the US Embassy in Hong Kong, Karina is as wild and unpredictable inside the ring as she is manipulative and calculating outside of it. She and Teresa certainly have a lot of history, but I didn't expect them to interact quite so soon.

Teresa brushes a hand against her forehead as Karina stops at the bottom of the ramp. She waves the fan, surveying the crowd with a smug look before raising the microphone.

Karina Cecilla: I think the biggest thing you've had to your advantage in PWA is that... no one knows you. And you've taken full advantage of that, made an image of yourself as someone who's nigh impossible to beat. Congratulations on that, by the way. But me, I know you very well. Don't I? I've known you ever since you were a doped-out high schooler who conned her way into a student exchange program. I certainly know you more than anyone else on this roster does.

Teresa Quaranta: This roster? Karina, you're not even a member of this roster. And as far as me acting unbeatable, well... I don't think you've ever done it.

Karina Cecilla: Only because we've never faced each other. And since I just signed a contract a few hours ago, it might not be long before we've changed all that.

Teresa swallows and looks around for a second.

Karina Cecilla: You really should calm yourself. I didn't come here to fight you. As a matter of fact, I may be the greatest friend you've had since coming here. False friends like to hype people up, and reap the rewards of their success. But a true friend will tell you the truth. And the truth is that you're capable of... greater things.

She smiles.

Karina Cecilla: You're fighting the ...current... world champion's little brother this week. No easy feat, true. Now, the Teresa that I know and love would go backstage, find him, and render him "unable to compete" for so long that he's carving up Thanksgiving dinner in a wheelchair. But instead, you're out here lecturing about your past and your present and your future, slapping hands, kissing babies, and looking as bland and unthreatening as possible. Really, the only thing you're missing is the home team's jersey falling off your shoulders.

:: Today.... my name.... is pain.... ::

And now it's Karina's turn to get cut off - Riona Langly walks out to an absolutely deafening pop as PWA returns to her hometown. She is, perhaps predictably, wearing a Flyers jersey and jeans.

Riona Langly: Oi... you know, some people come to these shows because, and I know this is crazy, because they want to see WRESTLING, not some psycho ex-girlfriend drama. So, Karina, welcome to Philadelphia. The loudest, most passionate, most ruthless city in America. We booed Santa Claus here. We pelted the Dallas Cowboys with snowballs here. We ran Sarah Palin out of town while she used a bunch of special needs kids as cover.

The crowd cheers, reveling in their bad boy reputation.

Riona Langly: So, welcome to the big asylum and all that, but why don't you do head backstage, sip some expensive wine, plot everyone's doom back there, and leave the rest of us alone, OK? Because, I saw what she did at the Rumble, I saw how she went through most of the PWA Roster, and I know that, outside of me, that she's the best person employed here to get the job done and take Simon off of his huge-ass horse. And what she doesn't need? Is you going through and trying to convert her over to the Dark Side, because they don't offer cookies and having gone down that road myself, it isn't very fucking pretty when you reach the other end of the tunnel.

Karina leans against the apron and snarls.

Karina: What the hell are you even doing here? If I wanted to hear awful music and screeching women, I'd go to one of the shitty local nightclubs, not a wrestling ring. This is a personal matter, and you have no place in it.

Riona looks really shocked for a minute (fake shock), snaps her fingers, and slowly raises the microphone.

Riona Langly: I see what's wrong here. You and I are having a failure to communicate. See, I know who you are... but evidently, you don't know who I am. I'm Riona Langly, and most importantly to you, I main-evented Genesis last year, and, well, I don't like to brag and all... But, I KTFO'd a 6'10 or so giant with a history of shrugging off pain and all that jazz and became world champion. I'm the face of this company, and I have been for the last three years. Which sort of gives me blanket permission to tell anyone here to shut the fuck up.

She points at Karina and grins.

Riona Langly: And guess what? You're today's lucky winner.

Karina Cecilla: And what about this year, love? Are they hiring at the concession stand?

While they're talking, Teresa is lying across the top turnbuckle, making silly overdramatic faces. Riona pauses.

Riona Langly: Hmm... this year's all sorts of in the air for me. It's weird actually... last year I knew I was going to be taking the World Title from Raizzor and the year before that I was heading toward one of the best matches of my life against Corey Lazarus. So, what DOES one do for an encore? I could totally bust Matt Stone's jaw for shits and giggles, or maybe decapitate Starr, or I could remove the hitman Simon sent after me to remove me from the Rumble... My dance ticket at the moment is pretty fucking open, which leaves me plenty of time to, well, take out disrespectful, arrogant, people like you.

Riona calmly makes her down the ramp.

Karina Cecilla: You can just stop right there.

She rolls her eyes, waving the fan at Riona dismissively.

Karina Cecilla: While, trust me, there isn't anything I'd enjoy more than turning you into a very boring wet splotch on the canvas... my contract doesn't activate me as an in ring competitor until next week. Which means any confrontation between the two of us will have to happen... on my schedule.

She gives Riona a slow, patronizing smile, waves the fan in front of her as if to dismiss the woman, and turns to Teresa.

Karina Cecilla: Daniel Kalis made one very good point this week. You're going to have a lot of attention this month. So it's time that you started to decide who your real friends are, pet.

She winks at Teresa and slides inside the ring, dropping the mic and it looks like the two are going to have a confrontation before she brushes past Teresa, running her hand along her midsection and leaving. Teresa and Riona exchange glances as Karina leaves.

Teresa Quaranta: Welp, that was creepy.

Enika Engel vs Ash Nukem

TV Title Match


The match started off as Enika took down Ash with a Russian leg sweep, sending the man to the canvas. She started to focus on his arm as she hit a few swift kicks into it and then locked him up in an armbar. Ash quickly rebounded by duck and rolling himself to his feet, landing a roundhouse kick which sent Enika bouncing off of the ropes backwards. Enika came back and hit an arm toss on Ash. She followed through by locking on an armbar on Ash again and beat her elbow down into his bicep to cause pain. Ash threw out a knee that caught Enika in the ribs and forced her to let go. El Gringo Tonto showed up at ringside and got on the commentary, and Tonto began lambasting both Enika and Ash. Ash on his feet now begins a fist fight with Enika. Lefts and rights are exchanging between both but Enika takes Ash down with a hip toss to the canvas. She quickly hits a leg drop onto Ash's arm once again focusing on it and wrapping her legs around it, wrenching hard. Ash reverses and rolls Enika up but only got a 2 count. Tonto wasn't sure Ash could roll up a burrito let alone an opponent. Ash got back up and clotheslined Enika as she got up but she got up quickly, landing a flying lariat in response on Ash. The back and forth continued, with Ash hitting a hurricanrana as he jumped off the top rope and executed the move to perfection. Ash goes for another pinfall but only gets a 2 count as Enika kicks out again. Enika immediately hits a double armed DDT on Ash and puts him into a surfboard submission. The ref checks on Ash but he refuses to give up and finally the hold is broken.

Ash got up, ducking an elbow chop from Enika as he then landed a Half Nelson Suplex on Enika taking her down. Enika doesn't relent as she counters immediately with an arm drag, flipping Ash to the canvas and then stomping down on his right arm again and again as she holds it by the wrist.. Ash rolled away and got to his feet dodging a drop kick from Enika. He then came back and hit her with a cross body block to take her down. He covered but only got a 2 count again. Ash picked her up and irish whipped her into the corner. He charged forward but Enika jumped up onto the middle rope and as Ash came she jumped off and hit him with a boomerang toe kick to the back of his head. Tonto laughed at ringside as Ash hit the turnbuckle head first, stumbled back right into a roll up from Enika! 1! 2!! 3!!! Dwayne Cross raised Enika's hand in victory and handed her the PWA Television title as Ash looked on, holding his head and his arm. Tonto mentioned how sad it is everyone will be forced to see Enika every week until she loses the title.

Loathing from the hit musical Wicked


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 "True Icons Never Die" and “Till I Collapse” by Eminem feat. Nate Dogg blares across the arena sound system.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, at this time…

The stage fills with smoke and the crowd comes to their feet, a mix of cheers and boos as the smoke clears on the stage and a man in a dark green trench coat 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: Please welcome… the Full Effect…

His sunglasses shining with the glare from the arena lights, David looks to the left, then to the right, nodding towards the crowd before walking down the ramp. After stopping to slap hands with the few people not booing him, David moves towards the ring steps and 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 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 trench coat and tosses it towards the timekeeper.

Eric Emerson: DAVID… BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZENWING!!!

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 motions for a microphone as his theme fades and the crowd continues, half cheering, half booing.

Jon McDaniel: The fans here tonight seem split on their opinion of David Blazenwing. I don’t see how, his actions over the last few months have been reprehensible. Still, I will commend him for an excellent showing in this year’s Rumble in the Bronx Match, despite entering from the number one position.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe some people are just showing this guy the respect he deserves, did you ever think of that?

Jon McDaniel: It’s possible, but as far as I’m concerned, until he accomplishes anything in PWA, he hasn’t accomplished anything worth caring about. And the last time I checked, Blazenwing is titleless in PWA.

The fans quiet as Blazenwing raises the mic to his lips.

David: So. Here I am, yet again, inside of a PWA ring. Once again, I should be the #1 Contender to the PWA Undisputed Championship. And, once again, some talentless whore has snaked past me and usurped what should rightfully be MY title shot.

A “Teresa” chant starts up for the winner of the 2011 Rumble in the Bronx Match.

David: Ah, yes, Miss Quaranta. I wonder if that bitch even remembers me… here’s a fun fact. In late 2009, I found myself working for another promotion… Wade Mason’s True Glory Wrestling. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?

A few cheers from the crowd.

David: Yeah, I feel the same way about it. Anyways, I was the TGW World Champion. I went through hell to win that title, and win it legitimately. And what happens? Well, I paid to acquire this footage for all of you… please, enjoy.

The Tron lights up with the TGW logo and the date “November 9, 2009” flashes on the screen before the scene comes to life. Coming into view is the TGW Champion, David Blazenwing. He has just recently walked into the building as he is still carrying his bags. He is heading down the hallway of the Google Arena and to the dressing rooms. He stops dead in his tracks as Reina Morgan is standing down the hallway. The two lock eyes and Dave is ready to defend himself.

He gets slammed into the wall nearest him from behind. Teresa Quaranta turns him around as Blazenwing is knocked for a loop, she lands a spinning back elbow, and D-Blaze falls backwards. A referee is pushed into the scene by Chris Anderson, before he walks away. Blazenwing charges Quaranta and the two begin to exchange lefts and rights. DB smashes Quaranta's head off a nearby table, following it up with a suplex onto the table. She falls off the other side and throws a bottle of open water in the face of the Champion to just startle him for a brief moment. Quaranta jumps over the table and lands a hard kick to the head! DB hits the wall behind him hard but doesn't back down. He looks for a clothesline but she ducks it, then lands a serious of knees to the gut. She pushes D-Blaze around with a few more hard knees before finally jumping up and hitting a double knee to the head, the Devil's Advocate!

Quaranta catches her breath for a brief moment, allowing Blazenwing to regain himself and he lands a hard kick to the gut. He steps back and charges for the Full Effect, but Quaranta saw it coming and ducks! She trips him up and locks in the Death of the Future! Blazenwing refuses to give up and he flails about, trying to get free. He reaches back and grabs a nearby platter, once holding food, and nails Quaranta in the head. She lets go of the hold, the tray only doing minor damage with it so thin. Blazenwing is to his feet however and hits a hard right. He tries for a left she locks up his arm and hits an armdrag, sending DBlaze through the table that was by them! Quaranta covers!

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TGW Voiceover: I can't believe it! This is what Anderson was talking about! He signed some sort of match between Quaranta and Blazenwing without Mason knowing, nor did Blazenwing. We have a new champion but even more controversy surrounds it than ever before.

The scene fades and we move back to David Blazenwing, who appears to be scowling. A lot of the fans are cheering at the footage, but there are several who are booing it as well.

David: I forgot how much that footage stung. But I digress… the point is, this isn’t the first time Miss Quaranta has come between myself and a Championship, but it will be the last. My eyes are on you, Teresa… as an old friend of mine used to say, you have been marked.

Jon McDaniel: Well, that’s great for him, but is Blazenwing really harping over some incident that happened in another company over a year ago when Teresa Quaranta won the Rumble in the Bronx fair and square?

Brian Rentfro: I don’t blame him one bit for being sore, Jon! You don’t get over being screwed out of a World Championship… it doesn’t matter when or where it happened. And this one looked as dubious as they come.

David: Anyways, that’s actually not why I’m out there tonight. I know, shocker. No, I have other business to attend to… and his name is Mark Sommers.

The crowd pops loudly at the mention of Chamelion.

David: As I said before, I should be the #1 Contender to the PWA Undisputed Championship. I entered the Rumble in the Bronx at number one, and I was kicking ass, taking names, and was within reach of stamping my ticket to Genesis, when lo and behold, who blindsides me and takes me out of the game? That’s right, Mr. Pearly Whites Cheshire Grin himself, Chamelion.

Another pop at Chamelion’s name.

David: I know we’re not supposed to replay pay-per-view footage live, something about wanting fans to order the replay, I don’t know, but screw it… roll the footage!

The Tron lights up again and “2011 Rumble in the Bronx” is seen on the screen before the scene comes to life. Chamelion jogs down the ramp and slips around the ring, going completely undetected by David Blazenwing who has now just fought off Duff. Unnoticed that is until Chamelion grabs him by the leg and drags him to the floor. He then slips into the ring before Blazenwing even knows what’s going on.

Lisa Seldon: Most devious player in the whatever or something.

Referees hold Blazenwing back as he watches Chamelion slink in and go right after Jethro with a flurry of strikes. Blazenwing is then lead away by a team of referees, but he breaks away rather suddenly and hits the ring once again, running right through the crowd and into Chamelion with a Clothesline that sends him up and over the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Whoa.

Lisa Seldon: Second most devious apparently.

Both Chamelion and Blazenwing are swarmed by officials. Blazenwing is lead from the ring while Chamelion looks back to the ring, watching as Jethro Hayes gleefully waves him off. Chamelion accepts his defeat, but not before getting with Blazenwing and trading a few fists.

Lisa Seldon: Looks like the most devious SOB doesn’t like it when other SOBs are also in someway devious.

Jon McDaniel: This is going to get heated.

Lisa Seldon: I can’t wait for their in ring segment next week where they both try and be the first to Superkick the other so you can talk about how snake in the grass like they are.

Chamelion and Blazenwing are dragged from the scene as the camera flashes back to the ring, where Blazenwing is scowling again.

David: Well, Lisa, you weren’t too far off, it looks like. I’ve been screwed over too many times by Chamelion over the years. Remember Genesis last year? Sick and tired of all the flak people gave me over the years for putting myself over more deserving people, I decide to graciously step aside and let one of my close friends, Katie James, compete for the BWF Championship at the show, and what happens? Chamelion takes both of us out because he doesn’t like people “changing his matches without his knowledge” or some stupid bullshit reason. And don’t even get me started on my first run in PWA, or any of the crap that hack pulled back in BWF.

Jon McDaniel: There he goes again, bringing up stuff that happened years ago in another federation!

Brian Rentfro: Shhh! The man is talking, Jon!

David: So, Chamelion, I know you, and I know your damn ego won’t allow you to stay silent for long. So, right now, I’m calling you out… this crap between us, this thing, it’s been brewing for years. We’ve never had a match, you and I, and I think it’s about time that gets remedied… you and me, one on one, Genesis XI!

The crowd explodes at the prospect of this match.

Jon McDaniel: Wow! I can’t think of anybody who wouldn’t want to see that match!

David: So, come on, then, Mark. I know you’re back there… what’s it gonna be?

In answer to Blazenwing’s challenge, ‘Come with Me’ lights up the arena, the fans responding by collectively jumping to their feet, cheering emphatically as Chamelion walks calmly out onto the stage, dressed in a respectable dark green business suit with a microphone in his hand. The cheering continues as he looks left and right, a slight grin turning into a wide smile at the accolades, and he waits a moment for them all to lessen their loud ways before looking down towards the ring. He raises the microphone, pausing and the arena takes a collective deep breath.

A beat.

Chamelion: Okay.

Turning, Chamelion walks away, disappearing into the back as the fans roar a response of approval. However, in the ring, Blazenwing is taken aback by the singular response of the otherwise loquacious Chamelion. He goes to respond when Chamelion comes walking back out briskly.

Chamelion: I’m sorry! I couldn’t do it! You all know me, gabby-gabby and all that crap!

He grins, the crowd eats it up.

Chamelion: Davey boy, really? You’re still griping over something that happened three years ago? What would people think? That you’re me?

He laughs.

Chamelion: Jethro became me to beat me. Now you want to do the same? You want to hold a grudge, blame me for your own issues and otherwise shift the weight of your failures towards myself? Fine with me, seems to be a running theme here in the PWA. But I’m not going to counter your accusations here, where they’ll be forgotten. You’ll hear from me in good time, but if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.

He stops and lets the fans react, and Blazenwing takes the chance to respond.

David: And what, in your narrow vision, Sommers, is the RIGHT way to do things?

A nod from Chamelion.

Chamelion: One, we make it official in the ring in two weeks, with the standard contract signing and probable post signature beat down, and Two; next week, we pick each other’s opponents. We test each other, watch each other in a match we set up to see just how each other responds to adversity. We also agree not to get involved in each other’s match, otherwise we prove we’re not capable on our own. See, Davey, you got a few things right. We’ve never faced off, EVER, in the same match until the Rumble match last week.. six years boiling over and we both, BOTH, have legit gripes against each other…. So for Genesis, we make damned sure we’re ready for each other without ANY excuse. Think you’re up for it?

A nod in return by Blazenwing.

David: That may be, Sommers, the first intelligent thing I’ve ever heard you….

Chamelion: …Say!

Chamelion interrupts, shaking his head.

Chamelion: You are SO…

David: …Predictable!

David counters and Chamelion offers a wide grin, and both seemingly say at the same time.

Chamelion/David: This is going to be FUN!

Both drop their mics and stare hard at each other, as the show drops to commercial.

Matt Stone vs Duff Cote d’Ivore

Singles Match


The fans were torn on our next match between Duff and Stone. Mostly on the fact of who to hate more. On the one hand, one of them is a low rent shockjock wrestler who provides us all with another split personality while the other is Matt Stone.

Obviously then Duff gets to be the favourite as the two go around trying to out cheat each other with various weapons and dirty tricks.

In the end though a number of roll-ups ends with Duff sitting on top with a handful of ropes, a big smile and a very out of nowhere win on the intercontinental champion.

Duff jumped from the ring moments later and then waves goodbye, making some nice belt motions for good measure.

Backstage, we find Marxx heading down the hallway heading towards his locker room when he turns a corner and nearly runs into The Soul-Taker, Raizzor. Marxx stops short.

Marxx: Raizzor.

Raizzor nods.

Raizzor: Greetings, Marxx. It occurs to me I have not yet thanked you for taking part in the War Games match at Good vs. Evil. Your assistance was appreciated.

Marxx shrugs.

Marxx: I did what I had to do.

Raizzor tilts his head.

Raizzor: Did you? As I recall, originally you were to be allied with the Order of Chaos. An ill timed departure and the need to be recognized upon your return was the only reason for your ‘change of heart’.

Marxx glares at Raizzor.

Marxx: Look, pal. I did what I had to do, alright!? It seemed a good idea at the time. The Order was in position to be huge, and I wanted in on that.

Raizzor: Needing to make your mark, right, Marxx?

Marxx: Don’t start with me, Sommers. At least I’m winning, and doing my part. You couldn’t even finish off Lucy Starr, so don’t start accusing me of anything.

Raizzor shakes his head, amused.

Raizzor: A miscalculation of a moment is not the same as choosing the wrong path. You accuse me of failure and yet, on the cusp of the biggest event of the year, you yet have to make that mark you desire. Be thankful that I have not added you to my list.

Marxx: List? Look, Pal. No one gives a shit about your ‘list’. Lucy beat you, Kalis is out of your reach, no one takes you seriously anymore, so why not give it up.

Unfazed, Raizzor shrugs.

Raizzor: What I do, I do for no one but myself, my satisfaction. But you, Marxx, you do it for recognition and for the longest time, you have gone unnoticed in the larger scheme of things. At least I am recognized, no matter the result. Best you find a way to make your mark in the PWA before you fade away like so many others.

Raizzor makes to step past Marxx, when Marxx turns and stares at Raizzor for a moment before both go in separate ways. The camera keeps following Marxx. All of a sudden, he stops as he hears someone clapping. He turns his head to the left and sees Joshua Danielson, sitting on some material boxes.

Danielson: Wow. Just... Wow. I can’t believe you let him talk to you that way. To be honest, I really enjoyed the scene, but the Marxx I used to know wouldn’t let anyone talk to him that way.

Joshua stands and approaches from Marxx. Marxx looks at him, boiling inside.

Danielson: Wow, calm down man, I’m not trying to insult you, I’m just saying that I know you for a while now. You have unfinished business with someone. You want to face that person. And Raizzor is right, you need to catch up for your poor performance at last Genesis. And what a better way to make people forget about it than challenging the man to beat at Genesis? Huh? How about you challenge him at Genesis? Just imagine what kind of impact this would have on your career. Just close your eyes and imagine yourself beating him down in front of millions watching the biggest event of PWA. No one pinned him or forced him to submission yet at Genesis. How awesome would it be for you to achieve that?

Marxx takes a few seconds, looking at Joshua, and then speaks.

Marxx: You’re right, I have some unfinished business here.

He walks away... But then comes back.

Marxx: That’s why next week, I challenge you. You and I... Street fight!

Joshua didn’t expect his words to turn against him! He was there, his mouth open, as Marxx left.

Special Announcement of Doom!


We cut back to the ring with Lisa already inside and the ring which is currently flanked by several members of security. And if you knew the history of Lisa and Rain, who is currently running loose around the arena, you’d understand why.

Lisa Seldon: Ok, couple things to get through first. Genesis.

A quiver of excitement through the fans.

Lisa Seldon: First of all, already on the cards we’ve got Jethro Hayes taking on the returning Scott Nash Strader in a match that will either end their long standing feud with one another or accidently cause the death of another Strader through a violent stabbing.

Lisa Seldon: And on top of that with got the supertastic main event of Simon Kalis defending his PWA World Title for the very last time against obvious future World Champion Teresa Quaranta.

Another very much mixed reaction.

Lisa Seldon: We’ll also be bringing you the final match in the AoWF’s very own Crimson Cup and…

Lisa says a little more but it gets lost amongst the sound of Firefly by Breaking Benjamin. This of course seems to bother Lisa, especially since no one can hear her make another “hilarious” quip about entrance music. She brightens up rather quickly as Enika Engel appears on the stage.

Jon McDaniel: Enika Engel out for the second time tonight following her successful victory over the PWA Television Champion.

Brian Rentfro: Wow. The former world heavyweight contender is really coming up in the world.

Enika, lacking all her usual ring entrance theatrics, steps rather briskly down the ring. Which is probably for the best as Lisa has her entrance music cut down.

Lisa Seldon: Well hey; it’s Enika, my favourite Engel. Not that there was really much competition or anything. I mean I got nothing against Joe or anything…

Enika blinks rather heavily as Lisa rambles on to herself mostly. Thankfully for us all, Enika waists little time in sliding into the ring and requesting the mic. With a grin, Lisa hands it over.

Enika Engel: So, here’s a question, what happened to you?

A rather dry delivery which seems to take Lisa back a step. She holds onto her smile though and gracefully accepts back the microphone.

Lisa Seldon: What happened to me? I’m great. I run a successful company, even with Ryan Ross trying to compete in it. And in a few hours I’m expecting a phone call that could see me off doing something really exciting… and blue…

She bobs her head on one side and then flips it back. Enika’s internal despair seeps through and she thinks about saying something very rude, but she manages to hold it back.

Enika Engel: No. Maybe I’m not being clear.

With a sigh.

Enika Engel: What happened with us? Didn’t we used to be friends? Didn’t you used to be likeable?

Lisa covers her mouth in shock and snatches back the mic again. Microphone’s apparently in short supply tonight.

Lisa Seldon: Well, that’s a bit rude. Even after I gave you a title shot as well.

She pats her dismissively on the shoulder and gets a long stare in reply.

Lisa Seldon: Look, I gave you the title shot because it made sense. You wanted to build yourself back up and Ash needed to take a step up in competition to get him out of his rut. And as for the rumble, well… I was just bored. The match was very long.

She shrugs it off.

Lisa Seldon: Really though, I got nothing against you. I mean, you did marry a twat but whatever.

Enika pulls it back toward her.

Enika Engel: And you didn’t?

Lisa opens her mouth in preparation to respond, but she pauses as her gaze darts over Enika's left shoulder. It's only a quick glance, a fleeting thing, she's not sure she really saw what she think she did. Shaking her head slightly, blowing off her flight of fancy, Seldon returns her attention to Enika. She starts to open her mouth again only to pause once more, mouth agape, and lilac eyes going wide as she looks once more over Enika's shoulder.

Jon McDaniel: What's Mrs. Seldon looking at?

Brian Rentfro: I know what I'M looking at!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, well, no one cares what you're looking at.

Lisa throws up a hand, not at Enika but at what's behind her... a ward against approaching danger. Enika's posture goes defensive, expecting anything, but still focused on Lisa. From behind Engel slinks a small pale form. Long raven hair, oily and tangled, drapes down around his face, hiding his ugliness. He's already over the railing, the fans there pushing away from him, and within reach of the apron before Lisa's yellow shirted goon squad starts to move.

Jon McDaniel: I don't... wait... that's Rain. Rain is here and he's making his way into the ring!

Brian Rentfro: That's not Rayn. Danny's a lot taller.

Jon McDaniel: Pain! I meant Pain!

Brian Rentfro: Who?

Lisa seems transfixed on Pain as her hand remains outstretched. He moves quickly, more quickly than security. He launches himself into the ring, sliding across the canvas on his belly and in one fluid motion finds his feet. His pale torso is bared revealing a tale of woe and pain, but also coiled muscle. In his hand, his right hand, he holds a 48 inch halogen bulb. He leaps just as Lisa's "bodyguard" detail start to pile into the ring. They won't be able to stop this.

Jon McDaniel: Pain's attacking Lisa! Someone stop him!

Brian Rentfro: No seriously... who?

Enika Engel spins. A simple fluid spin that takes her from being directly in front of Lisa and just out of the way of Pain's attack.

Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! Pain just shattered that bulb over Mrs. Seldon's head! Someone stop him!

Fine filaments of glass spray away from Lisa's head, some tangle in her golden locks, and still other shards end up embedded in her scalp. She stumbles backwards, blood already starting to run down her face and is brushed aside by two behemoths in yellow. Before Pain's downward stroke is finished he is tackled and driven into the canvas, an awful howl escaping his lips as he struggles back against them.

Jon McDaniel: They got him! Pain is down.

Enika having continued to move further away from the pandemonium turns her gaze from Pain, to Lisa, to Pain, and then finally back to Lisa. She starts to move towards Lisa.

Jon McDaniel: Wait... Enika is moving towards Lisa. Exit Music is still trying to kill Lisa!

Brian Rentfro: With what a light bulb?

Almost on cue one of the security goons rolls away from Pain screaming, with the remainder of the halogen bulb sticking out of his bicep, blood oozing from the wound. The other quickly pushes away from the pale man as Pain's crooked teeth snap shut where his throat just was moments ago.

Jon McDaniel: What the f-BEEP-!

Brian Rentfro: Yes... what the f-BEEP- indeed, Jon. That guy has a light bulb in his arm.

The security guards cry seems to shake Lisa out of her daze as she shakes her head slightly, her initial gaze landing first on Pain, who has started to crawl to his feet, and then quickly to the approaching Enika. Enika reaches out a hand towards Lisa and is met with a hard kick to her chest that send Engel stumbling backwards to slump against the ropes, grasping at her chest and wincing. Lisa uses that opportunity to slip out of the ring, carefully cupping the top of her head as she moves up the aisle way backward... keeping her eyes on all the action in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Whoa! Mrs. Seldon not going down without a fight!

Brian Rentfro: Cat fight!

Jon McDaniel: Ms. Seldon choosing this opportunity to get out of the ring and make her way tot he back. Pain to his feet again!

Before Pain can surge after Lisa the remaining security personnel finally swarm over him. Lisa watches the pale man bite, claw, kick and punch at her goons for a moment before moving her eyes back over to Enika. Engel raises her head towards Lisa, shaking her head. Seldon just glares back, grimaces as she applies a little too much pressure to the top of her head, and then turns and stocks off. She brushes off a few EMT who were making their way down to ringside.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like PWA Security finally has control of the situation and have managed to subdue, Pain.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah something tells me a few guys in "security" are going to be looking for a new job. Sooo, who the hell is that guy anyway?

Jon McDaniel: A psycho, a member of Exit Music, and the guy they tried to have kill Mrs. Seldon some years back at Curtain Call. Looks like Exit Music isn't finished with what they started.

Brian Rentfro: Looked to me like the little guy was going after Enika.

Jon McDaniel: What!?! Were you just not watching the same insanity that I was? Enika Engel was running interference for Pain! You saw right there at the end Enika tried to go after Lisa!

Brian Rentfro: Dude... whatever. I don't really care. I just need to piss so let's go to a break.

Jon McDaniel: Agreed.

Before we fade away we watch as security escorts a thrashing and wailing Pain away from the ring and to the back. From time to time he turns his head, almost to the point of breaking his neck to look back towards Enika. She watches him go, still rubbing at her chest, and looking remorseful.

Marvin Wood vs Marxx vs Cody Bogard vs Riedel

Fatal Fourway


We return from commercial to see all four competitors in the ring and brawling - Marvin Wood has cornered Marxx and is pummeling him with a series of kicks as the ref counts, while on the outside, Reidel is throwing a wild series of punches, and Cody Bogard is doing all he can to kee himself from getting flattened. Finally, Bogard jumps onto the apron and connects with a flying knee that sends him into the railing.

As the ref breaks Wood and Marxx apart, the Midnight Role Model shows some life, lunging at Wood and kneeing him in the gut. Wood keels over and Marxx elbows him in the head, sending him into the canvas face first. Wood lands hard, clutching his neck as Marxx follows up with a series of hard right hands to the neck and upper back. Marxx lifts Wood up from the side and hits a walking sideslam on Wood, and makes the cover -

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Jon MCDaniel: And Wood kicks out. He showing a lot of his experience here - Riedel is still fighting Bogard outside of the ring, but the inside is the only place where you can score the victory.

Marxx hoists Wood up and goes for a Canadian Leg Sweep, up but at the last second Wood slides out of the move and reverses it into a violent Reverse DDT! Wood shakes the cobwebs from the sideslam and begins stomping hard on Marxx, he drops a few fists and eventually staggers his way to the corner, crouching down and waiting for Marxx to get up. He groggily stumbles to his feet ropes as Wood charges him - Marxx shows a lot of ring awareness as he lifts Wood up for a bodyslam, but The Purist is still too slippery, evading the hold and shoving Marxx hard into the turnbuckle.

Jon MCDaniel: Marxx landed hard on his shoulder there.

Brian Renfro: One second! We might have a count out!

Both Riedel and Bogard slide into the ring at the same time to beat the refs count. Bogard immediately tries to clothesline the newcomer to the outside, but Riedel throws him over and knocks him off the apron with a twisting body splash - both men fall back to the thin padding below, and neither of them look like they've taken that bump very well!

Eventually, Bogard rises first, brings Riedel to his feet and goes to whip him against the barricade. Reidel reverses it, pivots, and whips Bogard into the steel steps. The Crisis Ace hits the steps with his knees and flips over, hitting the floor hard. Riedel runs up the steps - senton splash onto Cody Bogard's prone body!

Jon McDaniel: Riedel and Marvin Wood are both a little more mat based in their approaches - so it's really interesting to see how they're dealing with a multiman match, which doesn't really leave as much room to focus on getting rid of one opponent. Riedel is using his natural athleticism and taking advantage of his surroundings, and Marvin Wood is throwing hands. He's pretty tough for an English guy.

Marxx pulls himself to his feet with the ropes and Wood flies at him with a clothesline - Marxx drops, pulling the top rope with him. Wood flies over the top rope and crumbles to the floor, almost landing right on top of Bogard. Reidel runs up the steps and into the ring as Perri stands by not too far away, applauding his impressive showing so far.

Marxx starts things off with a hard elbow, machine gun punch combination. Reidel rolls away and attacks Marxx from another angle, lifting him in a fireman's carry from the side. Marxx rolls out of it and gets Riedel in a headlock, looking to slow his momentum down a bit, perhaps in the hopes that the bright lights of PWA will get him nervous.

Riedel who rolls out from under the headlock, though and clocks Marxx with an uppercut before sweeping his leg but Marxx bounces on the impact and kips up immediately. He tries to arm drag Riedel, but it's obvious that his shoulder is still a little tweaked from when Wood rammed him into the turnbuckle. Riedel shrugs the move off and responds by landing a Dragon Screw and a pair of quick knife edge chops, then another pair, then another pair. He transfers to an armbar and with Marxx down he looks up, just in time to see Wood clapping his effort - he then stomps Riedel right in the bridge of the nose.

Brian Renfro: Tough break. I'm surprised that's not some kind of DQ. The kid is bleeding all over the canvas!

The blood goes flying as Wood rolls his opponent into a school boy pin, but only gets a two count. He lands a fisherman's suplex, and again only gets two. The crowd lets off a large cheer, and Wood, thinking they're cheering for Riedel's heart, pulls him to his feet no doubt looking to unleash some fresh attack. But when he turns around, he sees that they're cheering for none other than Cody Bogard - Bogard lands a huge dropkick that knocks Wood flat to the mat - now all four men are down!

The fans cheer them on, screaming for each of them to get back to their feet and then bursting into cheers as Cody staggers to his feet. Riedel is second and manages to just parry a kick by throwing it to the side and catching Bogard in a rear Waistlock. He then arches back and buries Bogard with a German Suplex. He then pops up on the release and walks right into a Shoulder thrust from Marxx that leaves him propped up on Marxx’s shoulder and then very suddenly implanted into the mat.

Marxx then jumps up himself, turns and then finds Marvin charging off the ropes in front of him. He tries to duck but Marvin powers through, snatches an arm around his throat and then buries him, crushing his head against the mat. He then leans back to hook a leg and cradles the pin. Riedel and Bogard both leap for the break but it’s too late and Marvin scores the pin.

Rayn Fall

Rayn Lol


The lights around the arena dim for a moment, changing from fully lit arena to deep blue hue of sadness as the wailing voices of Hollywood Undead's song "Pain" begins to play through the speaker system. As the first chorus kicks in, the lights begin changing colors, switching between blue, to purple, to red, to green, to normal, back to blue again. Finally, two men come from the back, pushing a man in a wheel chair towards the ring. We can't really tell who it is, as they are wrapped up in some sort of cloth, the lower part of his face and his right hand the only body parts visible. The two men accompanying him, both in all black with the "RIP SK" arm bands on, can only indicate one thing. The fans pick up on the suggestion of who it is, in all white. Immediately they stand up, applauding the man as he is wheeled towards the ring.

Eric Emmerson: Making his way to the ring at this time, he is the Acidic One, RAYN!

The song reaches the chorus as the group reach the ring. Daniel pulls himself up onto the ring apron as the two nameless and faceless soldiers toss the chair into the ring and help Daniel back into it. He rolls the chair to the center of the ring, calling for the soldiers to get him a microphone. One finally does what they're both told, handing Daniel the microphone before taking his place at ease behind Daniel, who sits in his wheel chair. The fans continue to give him a standing ovation for the suffering he put his body through fighting his brother at Rumble in the Bronx. Inside the ring, Daniel nods towards the people, holding the mic in his lap.

Brian Rentfro: What is all of this?

Jon McDaniel: The fans are showing some real love and support here to Rayn who put on one hell of a fight against Simon.

After eating up the cheering for what seems like an obnoxious amount of time, Daniel motions with his hands to lower the noise so he can talk, and the fans finally calm down. Daniel raises the mic to his lips.

Rayn: ..... Thank you.

His voice is hoarse, as the fans begin to cheer again. Hooting, hollering, clapping their hands and yelling towards a man who literally should be dead right now.

Rayn: If it wasn't for moments like this, I don't think I'd be here right now.

The fans pop again, applauding to the broken man in the ring.

Rayn: I'm really out here now, to address my opponent tonight, Teresa Quaranta.

The fans pop at the mention of Lisa Seldon's hand picked warrior to take down Simon Kalis at Genesis. Inside the ring, Rayn just shakes his head, disappointed.

Rayn: That's what I expected. Now hear me out, I know you love the girl, and I know I ain't anybody's favorite person right now, but I've got a warning for her. In four weeks time, she's going to walk into the biggest ass kicking of her life!

The fans begin showing signs of indifference. Under the sheet, Rayn smirks a little.

Rayn: I ran head long into nothing short of a war two weeks ago. I single handedly fought Simon Kalis, my brother, one on one, which turned into a really retarded two on two. Yes Teresa, two on two, not handicap match. Maya, my niece, came to help me send Simon a message. Obviously my brother is still as dense as a brick, because all he knows how to do is push us away. All he has done since coming here, is be a pain in the ass, as if nothing in our past has ever happened. It has literally ripped my family to pieces! Masakazu? He's gone, dropped off the face of the planet. Simon has alienated me, and Maya, and has nothing left except for what he fights for each and every single week, the PWA championship.

The fans pop at the mention of the title, but little else garners any emotion from them.

Rayn: Then, there's tonight. Hey, you come here.

Daniel motions to one of the soldiers, who walks up next to the chair.

Rayn: Hey, do you know who booked this match tonight?

The soldier shakes his head before Rayn waves him off. The man goes back to his position behind Rayn.

Rayn: It's no wonder, when in a position that you're in Teresa, that there would be no bother to worry about a man's well being. True, I got into this business because I love it. I got into this business because originally, the only thing I was good at was fighting. I got into this business to become a champion, to become a legend, and I've done all that. I've traveled the world, and I've done things that many others only dream of. Yet you, Teresa... Sometimes I wonder why you're actually here. Given the circumstances that you're hanging out with your bestest friend in the world Lisa Seldon, who ironically is in charge of booking and organizing this company. It makes perfect sense to see how you wouldn't hold back on a broken man.

The crowd begins booing a little as Daniel begins to nod his head in the ring, agreeing with them.

Rayn: I might be fucked up in the head, and I may hurt people, but I've never injured someone with the intent on putting them out of this business. Save the conflict with my brother, but that's a story that surpasses the confines of this ring, and it's simple minded inhabitants. Teresa, you're nothing more than a pawn in this company, getting pushed in the direction that Lisa wants you in. She cares nothing for the well being of her fighters, obviously. If she did I'm more than sure I wouldn't be here tonight.

The fans are in a little bit of an uproar now, all in agreement with Rayn, who continues to sit in the center of the ring.

Rayn: It's funny Teresa, that you say these people look at me, hum bohemian rhapsody over my entrance music and resort to texting their friends when I open my mouth, because I look out at this sea of people and I see nothing but respect!

The fans begin applauding and cheering again.

Rayn: I see them praising someone for putting fear and doubt out of their mind. I see them complimenting someone that had the sheer will power, to go out and get mangled for the love of ones own family, not for the love of a title. I see them respecting a soldier, because I'll be god damned for one fucking minute if I'm going to back out of our match tonight Teresa. Beaten, bloodied still, and highly concussed, I'm going to come down to this ring....

The fans start cheering more and more, as Rayn pauses, pushing himself off of the seat of the chair and slowly standing up to his feet.

Rayn: I'm going to come down to this ring, with all the heart and soul of each and every one of these fans of mine... I'm going to use their power, and through them, I will burn with a fire that you won't even have imagined I could have. I'm going to face you, scarred and torn asunder, because that's what a soldier does! I'm going to BEAT YOU Teresa... Because I'm more than you could ever comprehend... I'm going to do it, because I am a Kalis, and you are not...

The fans continue cheering, as Rayn pulls the sheet off of his body, revealing gauze wrapped around his arms, gauze still around his head, covering the right half of his face. He wears a solid black shirt, and black pair of pants, that are obviously a little bigger than what fits. Rayn lets the sheet hit the ground, reaching up and pulling the gauze off of his head, revealing one of the more larder scars given to him by Simon. It trails down the right side of his face, starting almost mid forehead, and ending half way down his cheek. It's still stitched up, the strings of the cat gut shining in the lights over head.

Rayn: Teresa, you couldn't comprehend the pain I put myself through. Proving myself to these fans over the years, proving myself to Simon over the past couple months. Keep in mind Teresa, you aren't going face to face with a man shattered, you're going one on one with the fucking great one!

The fans begin cheering louder now. It's as if they continue, trying to coax the good guy back out of Rayn.

Rayn: I'm going to do this, because just like my brother, I've more than proven that I too... Am Glorious...

Fans: GLOR-I-OUS! GLOR-I-OUS! GLOR-I-OUS!

Brian Rentfro: HOW DARE THEY USE THE SIMON CHANT???

Jon McDaniel: WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE CHEERING!

The fans start chanting Simon's chant of "glorious" as it seems to have a similar affect on Rayn. He walks to one of the corners now, looking as if he wasn't injured at all. He climbs up to the second turn buckle, leaning his knees against the top one. He points back towards the giant screen at the entrance.

Rayn: TERESA! It took one simple drop on your head, for Simon to put you away. If it wasn't for Scene coming out and helping Simon up, you'd be looking at the world champion right now. As for tonight? It took three Sentencings to put me down for a ten count, THREE! So while you're so damn sure you're going to reach Simon, and take the title from him? You might want to worry about the cripple you're going to fight tonight. Because baby, even miracles can happen!

Fans: GLOR-I-OUS! GLOR-I-OUS! GLOR-I-OUS!

The fans continue chanting as Hollywood Undead's "Pain" strikes up at the chorus on the speakers again. The soldiers quickly pull the chair out of the ring and go to help Rayn out, but he shrugs them off. He steps through the ropes carefully, taking his time, and lowers himself to the ground on his feet. He smiles as the fans continue cheering for him, chanting their respect in masses as Rayn leads the two nameless soldiers into the back.

Jon McDaniel: What a statement from Rayn.

Brian Rentfro: He is seething deep down, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: No... if anything, he IS glorious! Hah!

The Perfect Drug


Bud Adams: We're backstage as Matthew Engel is getting ready for his return to Pioneer Wrestling Association. Despite nearly absent for six months from the ring, 'The Virus' feels confident about his abilities to survive and win his highly-anticipated deathmatch with the Ragin' Redneck, Bubba J.

Engel looks up after lacing his left boot, and lets out a scoff.

Bud Adams: Matt, how do you feel tonight about your return and do you think you're physically ready to handle a match of such violent proportions?

He leans back against his chair, bring a bottled water up to his mouth. He takes a gulp.

Matthew Virus Engel: Pretty *beep*ing good.

Adams looks a bit surprised, and disgusted. The response generates some cheers from the crowd.

Bud Adams: And this match tonight, will your body be able to handle it? The PWA is well aware of your physical limitations due to three of arguably the most brutal matches of your career you had in 2010; your Dog Collar match with Riona, the no disqualification Iron man match with Jethro Hayes, and your Prison Riot match with Simon, SNS, and Hayes again. No one would blame you for being unable to go the distance with Bubba J tonight.

Engel scoffs again. He stands up, and turns his back on Adams. Adams taps him on the shoulder, and Engel ignores him.

Bud Adams: Mr. Engel, if you're going to waste my ti--

Matthew Virus Engel: Get the *beep* out of my locker room.

Adams is displeased, and storms out of the locker room. The camera crew backs out slowly.

Brian Rentfro: What's Bud doing there anyway? Matt needs to prepare for his return to glory!

Jon McDaniel: I don't know about that, Brian. He has quite a test in front of him tonight, but it's nice to see he's sobered up - for the time being.

Suddenly, Meghan Nash Strader is seen walking down the hallway toward the camera crew. Bud tries to get in a word, but she snubs the hell out of him and angrily walks into Matthew Engel's room, shutting the down behind her. The door is locked, and the PWA camera crew is unable to enter.

Jon McDaniel: What the hell was that about?

Brian Rentfro: She's not even supposed to be here tonight!

Jon McDaniel: Fans we'll have more as the details come in, but right now our next match is just about underway.

Matthew Engel vs Bubba J

Crimson Cup Match


George Thorogood's "Who Do You Love" hits up in the speakers as from the back to a big ovation comes The Ragin' Redneck himself, Bubba J. He looks out to the crowd on the left, to the right, and down the ramp to the center of the ring.

Eric Emerson: From Lenox, Georgia; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred fifty pounds... he is The Ragin' Redneck... Bubba J!

Bubba J hits the ring, grabbing the rope before leaning back and waving his middle finger around in the air and stepping through the ropes.

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

"Please allow me to introduce myself..
I'm a man of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man's soul and faith."

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are booing the former World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 203 pounds...

"Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game."

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

"I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made."

Eric Emerson: He is a three time World Heavyweight Champion and a two time Intercontinental Champion... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

"Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I'll lay your soul to waste."

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

Ding Ding

Jon McDaniel: These two have exchanged some heated words this week, lets see who can back them up.

Brian Rentfro: Easy, Engel can.

Collar and elbow lockup, Engel with the early advantage thanks to the knee to the midsection. Matthew backs Bubba J up into the corner, slapping the taste right out of his mouth. Bubba J seemingly wakes up, coming out of the corner with his fists flying like there is no tomorrow. Bubba J with a right, left, right, and knee into the midsection combo rocks Engel back on his heels.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J getting the best of Engel in that exchange.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's just luring him into a false sense of security, he knows what he is doing.

Engel ducks down, shoving a fist right into the redneck's midsection knocking the breath right out of him. Engel follows it up with an uppercut sending Bubba J against the ropes. Engel with a handstand into a flip, showing off, but the soles of his boots send The Ragin' Redneck right over the top rope to the outside. BJ rolls over to his hands and knees as Engel launches himself over the top with a suicide dive that Bubba J blocks with a cookie sheet right to the face. Engel is momentarily stunned and shocked before falling back against the ring apron. Bubba J smiles as he lashes out with a pizza cutter right across Engel's midsection slicing right through the fabric of his shirt and drawing the first blood of the match.

Jon McDaniel: Engel may have experience and talent, but Bubba J just drew first blood.

Brian Rentfro: Unfortunately for him, this is a Household match and not a First Blood match.

Engel looks down at his midsection where the blood is starting to color his wifebeater a shade of crimson before lashing out with a kick right to Bubba J's grinning mouth. The Ragin' Redneck stumbles back from the blow, holding at his mouth where a little stream of crimson is immediately dripping through his fingers. Bubba J comes firing right back, letting the blood flow but Engel isn't worried by his midsection either. Engel leaps into the air, hurricanrana sends... no wait! Bubba J counters with a sit-out powerbomb through the table!

Jon McDaniel: Did you see those table fragments fly?

Brian Rentfro: I say shananagans!

Bubba J rolls over to his feet, wiping at his mouth before spitting down on Engel, who is rolling over out of instinct to protect his already wounded midsection.

Jon McDaniel: Engel showing his experience by protecting his more wounded midsection.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is going to whip that redneck's ass!

Bubba J pulls out a box from under the ring, ripping the tape off to reveal a box of beautifully designed ceramic plates. He lifts one over his head before slamming it into Engel's face for hardcore effect. Bubba J digs under the ring, bringing out another table and sliding it into the ring before setting up a second on the outside of the ring. BJ rolls him into the ring before setting the plates out on the table for supper, if you can have supper on just a stack of plates.

Brian Rentfro: He can't even set out a table correctly.

Jon McDaniel: I think he's got plans other than dinner.

He rolls into the ring where Engel is getting back to his feet, leaping up speedily to slam a knee into the unsuspecting Bubba J's face. Bubba J bends over at the waist, Engel kindly takes him down on the plate that BJ brought into the ring with him. Bubba J is now bleeding from his forehead as Engel brings him back up to his feet, digging at the wound with his fingernails to increase the blood flow. Engel backs Bubba J up with a series of stiff lefts and rights until he is in the corner. Engel with an Irish whip sends Bubba J running, but BJ reverses it sending Engel over the top rope to the set table, crashing through the plates and sending fragments flying every which way. Bubba J, not known for his wrestling knowledge, runs leaping over the top rope with a plancha to slam into Engel.

Brian Rentfro: Engel moves!

Jon McDaniel: Not the landing Bubba J had envisioned, I assure you.

Bubba J rolls around on the broken table and dish fragments, trying to get up and avoid the pieces cutting his body up into ribbons. Engel waits, a toaster in his hand as BJ gets up to first his knees then his feet. BJ turns and Engel smashes the toaster right across his face sending blood and spit flying in an arch as BJ stumbles back against the steel post. Engel dives at BJ, ducking to the side and delivering the toaster face smash once again into his face. Bubba J slumps down in the corner, blood now pouring from his face from multiple wounds, but Engel is not unscathed as his body is bleeding as well, but not as much as BJ.

Brian Rentfro: This idiot comes back after a long abscence due to injury and is in this type of match?

Jon McDaniel: Which idiot?

Brian Rentfro: Bubba J of course, Engel is no idiot.

Engel has two steel chairs, setting them up about five feet away from the ring apron and is setting a pizza baking stone between then(on their seats). Engel smiles as he drags the bald headed, bloody faced, BJ up to his feet. BJ fights with a few punches but Engel just digs a thumb into his eyes before dragging him up the turnbuckle to the top one about ten feet or so above the baking stone.

Jon McDaniel: Engel's got bad intentions here.

Brian Rentfro: Fixing to be "Order up!"

Engel with a front facelock, he falls back off the turnbuckle, driving himself through the set up, but making sure that Bubba J's face and head go through the stone. Yes, through the stone and Bubba J may be out cold, but either way he isn't moving.

Brian Rentfro: That ain't pizza sauce on that stone.

Engel pulls the broken body of BJ up, but BJ isn't finished just yet as he slams a lamp into Engel's face and head. Engel stumbles back from the blow, pieces of the lamp sticking into his cheek. Bubba J is blinded from his own blood, wiping it out of his eyes and he slams the lamp into Engel's face for a second time sending Matthew up against the railing.

Brian Rentfro: Why won't you just lay down and take your loss you filthy redneck!

Jon McDaniel: Glad to see you are unbiast.

Brian Rentfro: No I'm not, I'm pulling for Engel all the way.

Bubba J grabs two end tables, setting them up with a couple of mirrors being placed between them. Engel comes firing back with rights and lefts, but Bubba J drops to one knee, slicing up and down his manhood area with a pizza cutter low blow!

Brian Rentfro: What a damn sicko psycho!

Jon McDaniel: Say that five times fast.

Engel spins away, holding at his groin before sucking the pain up and charging back into the battle. Bubba J counters with a spinebuster sending them both through the mirror and end tables, fragments of mirror flying up high into the air.

Brian Rentfro: Damn!

Jon McDaniel: I think a piece of mirror just cut a fan on the forehead there.

Brian Rentfro: They'll have it on Ebay before the match is over.

BJ makes the first cover of the match! Referee Scott Swindell sliding into position.

One!

Two!

Engel throws a shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Engel kicks out with a bit of authority here in the match's first pin attempt.

Brian Rentfro: See, I told you'd it'd be on Ebay before the match was over.

Jon McDaniel: I think it is one of the few times, but you are right.

BJ looks down at Engel before a shard of mirror fragment slams into his midsection doubling the former Rebel Pro star over. Bubba J falls back, clutching at his midsection until Engel comes flying through with a knee into his face slamming the back of Bubba J's head into the stove at ringside. Bubba J pulls the mirror piece out of his midsection throwing it away.

Brian Rentfro: Another piece of PWA magic will be on Ebay in less than five minutes.

Bubba J struggles up to his feet, but Engel is there to slam his fist into Bubba J's gut and then his head into the oven door. Engel opens the oven door, slamming Bubba J's head into it five or six times, then climbing up the corner post with a steel chair in his hand. Engel looks down on Bubba J who's head is still in the oven door. Engel leaps with a steel chair assisted leg drop onto the back of Bubba J and possibly breaking his red neck! Scott Swindell is there as Engel makes the cover.

Jon McDaniel: What a move!

Brian Rentfro: Engel always comes through, its merely academic now.

One!

Two!

BJ kicks out!

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J with a somewhat authoritive kickout there!

Brian Rentfro: How? I literally mean it, how in the f*bleep*k did he do it?

Jon McDaniel: Drive, determination, and pure stubborness.

Scott Swindell backs away as Engel lifts a computer monitor up high over his head, bringing it down with authority onto Bubba J's thick skull. Engel seems to go for another cover before t hinking about it and pulling the redneck up to his knees, snarling with rage. Bubba J slams a fork into the side of Engel's knee sending the former PWA World Champion stumbling away. Bubba J slams the fork in again, this time into Engel's side. Matthew turns around right into a Jack Daniels bottle into the face!

Jon McDaniel: Bubba J and Engel not holding anything back in this match, one of t hem is gonna die, they are gonna have to.

Brian Rentfro: Don't be so dramatic, BJ may be a vegetable, but Engel won't kill him... maybe not.

Engel is stunned, but BJ pours on the offense now that he is back in control. BJ with a DDT onto the computer monitor that is covered in his own blood. Engel's face is a bloody mess of liquor, glass, and blood(some his and some Bubba J's). BJ pulls him back up, tossing in a few rights and lefts for good measure as Engel is back up against the stove. BJ with a clothesline sends Engel onto the stove's top before he turns around and pulls out a table covered in light bulbs, light tubes, and cups, saucers, bowls, and all kinds of household goodies.

Jon McDaniel: This doesn't look good.

Brian Rentfro: A total waste of money, total waste stop the match now and save some bucks.

Bubba J sets up the table before climbing onto the stove's top with Engel. Matthew fires a few rights and lefts, but the blood is blinding him and the shots go wild by inches. Bubba J lifts Engel up into a vertical suplex, Engel fights and comes back down. Engel with a right and left to Bubba J's ribs, but BJ slams a thumb into Matthew's eyes. BJ lifts Engel up, and drops him backwards with a vertical suplex onto the table, both men sustaining damage, but Engel getting the worst of the ordeal. BJ rolls around, seeming to enjoy inflicting the pain, but he is just trying to get up and cause some more damage.

Brian Rentfro: How much blood have they lost?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, but I bet you its more than a pint.

BJ is up, leaning over Engel, but Matthew has a surprise for BJ. The shattered end of a light tube right to Bubba J's groin area, light tube low blow! BJ turns around, gasping and pulling the pieces out of his flesh and turning back around. Firepoker to the face sends him against the oven, but Engel isn't finished. Engel picks up a hand full of broken glass, cup, and all other kinds of stuff, shoving it down Bubba J's trunks!

Brian Rentfro: That isn't going to be good for BJ tonight.

Engel promptly kicks BJ right in the balls, sending the glass fragments into his balls further. BJ gasps in pain, but what else can he do rather than fight through the pain? Engel looks over, whipping BJ in the face with the firepoker a second time and lifting Bubba J up, just to slam the poker back into his face. Engel pulls a ladder out from under the ring and drags BJ up the rungs to the top. BJ fights with a few rights and lefts, but his main concern right now is the glass in his trunks. Engel hooks him up and just falls back, turning his body onto the back of Bubba J as they fall and sends Bubba J chest first through an electric fireplace! Sparks fly up from the fireplace as all household equipment is plugged in for effect!

Brian Rentfro: Holy *bleep*!

Jon McDaniel: Engel is trying to roast Bubba J in the fireplace, but something must have shorted out!

Sparks are continuing to fly up from the wreckage that was once an electric fireplace, but Engel doesn't care, he's already moving for his next target. Some fans are watching the action on the 52 inch television in front of them, but Engel takes it away turning it towards Bubba J and lifting it high over his head.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba J is fixing to watch himself watch himself get knocked in the head with the television!

Engel brings it down, again sparks go flying up as the glass sticks into Bubba J's face and head; the television quickly shorts out from the blow, but Engel is going to pin and show BJ why he is going to win the tournament. He looks down, the smell of burning blood hangs thickly in the air and Engel covers Bubba J.

One!

Two!

Thr

Kickout!

Brian Rentfro: Now, this is just rediculous, that redneck has got to be on something!

Jon McDaniel: Just full of stubborness, that's all.

Brian Rentfro: Isn't that an illegal drug?

Engel draws BJ up, but BJ delivers a few staples into Engel's ball area... no right into his balls in fact. Engel holds himself, but BJ isn't finished as he slams a few staples home into Engel's forehead and chest, into his cheek, and anywhere he can get to. Engel falls back, but BJ catches him with a fireplace shot to the face knocking him down. BJ places a few more staples into his body before rolling him over onto another dining table, this one set out like for a meal. BJ climbs up top, a steel chair held in his hands and trailing blood behind him. BJ leaps from the top, placing the chair between himself and Matthew, driving them both through the table, but making sure that Engel receives most of the punishment; Bubba J makes the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr

Engel kicks out!

Jon McDaniel: Guess Engel is full of stubborness as well.

Brian Rentfro: But Bubba J's is the illegal version.

Jon McDaniel: They haven't fought in the garage type area.

BJ whips Engel towards the garage door.

Brian Rentfro: Spoke too soon there McDaniel.

Engel runs up the door, back flipping and catching BJ with a kick right to the side of his bald and bloody head. BJ goes down on one knee, but is up quickly charging at Engel with a clothesline. Engel grabs the wrist, sending BJ face first into the door, but BJ counters with a hiptoss sending Engel into the door crumpling it a bit. Bubba J rolls up the door, intending to bring it down on Engel, but the door catches at the rumpled spot where Engel and Bubba J slammed into it. BJ shrugs bending down for Engel, but Matthew sprays some insecticide into Bubba J's face causing him to wipe furiously at his face. Engel presses his advantage with another spray of the stuff and Bubba J slams up against a car. He turns feeling for something to use as a weapon, but Engel slams the spray tank into his face sending him onto the concrete floor. Engel opens the car door, slamming Bubba J's head in between the door and the jam.

Brian Rentfro: These two are fighting to advance to the second round but it is like they are fighting for their lives instead.

Jon McDaniel: Like two lions fighting for the right to rule the entire pride.

Engel rolls the redneck onto the top of the car, climbing up the ladder there(in the garage area) and leaps off delivering the Euthenasia!

Brian Rentfro: Its over!

Jon McDaniel: Engel falls off the car after hitting his finisher!

Engel lays on the concrete, trying to pull himself back up and make the cover to end the match, but he just slumps against the railing, exhausted.

Brian Rentfro: Come on Engel, you've got the match won!

Jon McDaniel: He's trying to, but the match has just taken too much for him to jump right back up.

Bubba J tries to get up, but falls off the car, slamming knees first into the concrete before pulling himself up. BJ grabs a set of those little rake garden tools and stuffs them in the back of his trunks before stumble walking over to Engel. Matthew has gotten back up to his feet and spins around at the sound of BJ coming at him. Ladder to the gut doubles Engel over, but BJ spins it around slamming the feet of the ladder into Engel's head sending him against the car, denting its right front fender.

Jon McDaniel: What is he doing with that garden tool?

BJ pulls out the rake thing, dragging it down Engel's chest leaving furrows of blood and lots of missing skin. Engel falls back BJ rolls him onto the top of the car. Boot to the midsection but he delivers a piledriver sending Engel's head crashing through the front windshield!

Brian Rentfro: He could have killed him!

Jon McDaniel: Then he'd advance, wouldn't he?

BJ makes the cover.

One!

Two!

Thre

Jon McDaniel: Engel kicks out! My Gawd Engel kicks out!

Brian Rentfro: Match is still on then!

BJ is pissed and shows it as he pulls Engel up to a kneeling position, but Engel shoves him off! BJ slams his head into the ladder, Engel launches himself off the roof with a moonsault, slammig his knee into the back of Bubba J's skull and makes the cover.

One!

Two!

Thre

Kickout!

Jon McDaniel: My Gawd Bubba J kicks out!

Brian Rentfro: That redneck is either really retarded or... well he is retarded.

Engel looks down at Bubba J and over to the dumpster at the top of the stage as though it is the outside of the house. Engel grins as he lifts BJ up, sending him backwards(up the ramp/outside of the house area) with punches and kicks. BJ returns the favor with a few kicks and punches himself and is successful in backing Engel up the ramp. Engel spins around with a kick to Bubba J's ribs doubling him over, and Bubba J delivers a punch to Engel's junk knocking the breath out of him as a staple in his groin goes in a bit deeper. Bubba J with the Trailer Park Trash has Engel out. BJ looks at a freezer, smiling as he rolls Engel over into the chest type freezer. BJ grins as he looks over the side of the stage.

Brian Rentfro: You'd better not!

Jon McDaniel: I think he is!

BJ sends the freezer over the side of the stage and it topples over and over, slamming onto its side at the bottom(on the concrete.) BJ goes to a short part of the ramp, hoping down and hurrying over to the freezer that is now dented and leaking fluid from somewhere. BJ opens up the freezer, pulling Engel out of the frozen food items and making the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and moving onto the second round of the Crimson Cup Tournament... Bubba J!

The Coalition of the Willing?


We're backstage and we can see Simon Kalis being attended to by EMTs. His dress shirt is drenched with his own blood as he leans back over a stretcher getting medical gauze wrapped around his head. He holds the PWA World title close to him, tapping it at it rests over his lap. He lights a cigarette and sighs in relief as a PWA camera crew along with Bud Adams. Bud stops in his tracks as he looks Simon Kalis up and down, with a bit of hesitation.

Bud Adams: Hey there, uhm... Champ.

Kalis scoffs at Bud, blowing cigarette smoke into his face. Bud Adams steps back and coughs, somewhat agitated but undetered.

Simon Kalis: Is this what I've become, Bud?

Bud Adams: What is is what you've become? I'm supposed to ask the questions here, Simon.

Simon Kalis: That so? Explain to me how I have become the scapegoat for every wrestler from here to Japan for their problems.

Bud Adams: Well you were a pretty bad guy for a while, Simon. I don't think anyone trusts you, or likes you. Or wants you breathing, really.

Kalis cocks an eyebrow as he takes another drag off his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: O rly?

Bud Adams: I uhm, that's not english Simon.

Simon Kalis: Oh... REALLY?

Adams nods, nervously.

Bud Adams: Yes. No. I mean no, listen. You've got a lengthy list of enemies, which just grows by the day. From Johnny Maverick, to Lisa Seldon, Chamelion, Raizzor, your daughter Maya, your brother Rayn, Riona Langly, Teresa Quaranta, Ryan Ross, The Redeemer and now this new Hikari fella. How do you feel about that?

Simon Kalis: A regular fucking coalition of the willing, aren't they?

Bud Adams: Yes. No. Well maybe, but mostly no.

Kalis' other eyebrow cocks up and now he looks surprised by Bud's incoherent blabbering.

Bud Adams: They aren't all buddy buddy with each other, but certainly they all have a stake in taking you out.

Simon Kalis: I think you mentioned half the PWA's roster there, Bud.

Bud Adams: No. Yes, well yes no perhaps. Not really half, but a large portion sure.

Simon Kalis: These types of attacks are warranted then, are they?

Bud Adams: Well no. I mean maybe. You did a lot of bad things.

Simon Kalis: Little judgmental there, aren't we?

Kalis gets to his feet as the EMT's tap his shoulder to say they're done fixing him up. He steps to Bud and looks down at him.

Simon Kalis: What?

Bud Adams: Well, I mean given the attack... Are you going to still defend your title tonight against "The Future" Ryan Ross?

Simon Kalis: I could beat Ryan Ross in a coma from South Africa, Bud. I don't give a flying spaghetti monster piss fuck about any single one of these chumps who think they even come CLOSE to my station.

Bud Adams: So you're not worried about this situation? How it appears to be a looming cloud of masses of enemies coming for your blood?

Kalis takes another drag from his cigarette and backs up against the wall.

Simon Kalis: They want my blood?

Kalis pulls his pants down and the camera has to turn away as he begins taking a bowel movement against the hallway wall.

Simon Kalis: I'll give them shit. This interview is over, Bud.

Kalis whistles and an FCF girl comes running into view, in a tight fitting miniskirt, FCF haltertop and Richard Nixon mask. She has a big wad of toilet paper in her hand and while the camera keeps focused up, we see Simon Kalis smirking and laughing as he smokes and the FCF girl we assume...

Jon McDaniel: She's wiping his ass, isn't she?

Brian Rentfro: Ah, to be PWA World Champion. Pretty young girls wiping your ass on national television.

Jon McDaniel: Yes... What a sophisticated Champion we now have.

Simon Kalis vs Ryan Ross

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: The following contest is schedule for one fall, and is absolutely not for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!

Rentfro: Damned right! Ross doesn’t even belong in the same species as the Glorious Simon Kalis!

McDaniel: Thankfully, neither do you. You know, Rentfro, ten years sitting side by side with you, and I can’t believe I still tolerate your narrow minded, biased commentating!

Rentfro: I get paid to say it like I see it, Jon!

McDaniel: My point. Anyway, Kalis was willing to put his title on the line here tonight but the higher ups said no. And I don’t think it has anything to do with Ryan Ross’s credibility. We’re close to Genesis and they don’t want their main event threatened.

Rentfro: See it like you see it, Jon, you’re perogitive.

McDaniel: *sigh*

Eric Emerson: Introducing first

Eric Emerson: And his opponent,

DING DING DING!

Kalis taunts Ross, who throws up a middle finger to the reigning World Champion. Kalis just cracks a smile, knowing he’s under Ross’s skin and moves to the center of the ring to lock up. Ross obliges by stepping in and the two men begin with a classic collar-elbow tie up. Kalis uses his power and shoves Ross to the corner and the ref is there to break it up. Kalis releases the hold and steps back, giving Ross a golf clap. Ross spits on the canvas and follows Kalis to the center of the ring and they lock up again. This time, Ross powers Kalis into a neutral corner and again, the ref is there to break it up. Ross let’s go, taking a step back before lunging in with his foot to kick Kalis in the gut.

Rentfro: CHEATER!

McDaniel: Give as good as you get, I say!

Kalis doubles over, the ref admonishing Ross who sweeps in and locks in a headlock with Kalis bent at the waste and without preamble drops him with a bulldog down face first into the canvas. Kalis is stunned, both literally and figuratively as Ross scrambles up to the top rope behind him and measures the distance before coming down with a leg drop on the back of Kalis’s head.

McDaniel: Ross is vicious! He’s wasting absolutely no time in demolishing Simon Kalis!

Rentfro: Kalis is playing possum, you’ll see!

Ross rolls Kalis over and instead of going for the pin, lifts him into a sitting position and then comes off the ropes and hits a swinging neck breaker, causing Kalis to whiplash forward then back, crashing to the canvas again. Kalis rolls over, holding his head in pain and Ross aims and hits a swift kick to his gut. Ross doesn’t slow down. He begins stomping on the exposed appendages of the wounded champion, meaning to break something.

Rentfro: COME ON, CHAMP! GET UP!

Kalis reaches the ropes, trying to climb them to get to a vertical base, and Ross swings his foot to kick Kalis in the face, but Kalis blocks the kick. Ross stumbles back and then bursts forward to clothesline Kalis over the top but Kalis drops and catches Ross in the midsection and flips him up and over, and it’s Ross who crashes to the floor outside.

Rentfro: And Ross is eliminated from the Rumble!

McDaniel: Wrong match.

Rentfro: Just havin’ fun!

Ross, crumpled on the outside, tries to get back to his feet but a now angry and determined Simon Kalis slips out of the ring under the bottom ropes. Ignoring the ref’s count, Kalis picks Ross up and throws him face first into the steel corner pole. Ross bounces off and back and Kalis catches him with a back body drop onto the thin mat floor. The ref is up to seven when Kalis rolls in under the bottom rope, waves to the referee who has to stop the count, and rolls back out. Kalis has a sneer on his face as Ross tries to rise and he goes over to the announcers table and begins clearing monitors and stuff away.

McDaniel: Oh, come on!

Rentfro: This is going to be sweet!

Once accomplished, Kalis turns and grabs Ross, hefting him up and looking back towards the table before lifting Ross into a Superplex position. However, Ross blocks, and tries for his own Superplex in reverse but cant get the champion up and over. Both men try twice to get their own move in, before Ross knees Kalis in the gut again, breaking out of the hold. Ross backs up quickly and slides into the ring, breaking a second count. Kalis, bent over and gasping for air, doesn’t see Ross run across the ring, bounce from the ropes and come rushing back.

Rentfro: NO! KALIS! MOVE!

McDaniel: No assisting!!!

Ross soars over the top ropes, intending to smash Kalis into the table but the champion looks up, eyes wide and sidesteps at the last second, and Ryan Ross crashes head first into the announcers table, unassisted!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

McDaniel: Kinda gotta agree.

Kalis laughs, but coughs from the pain of the gut kicks, and slides back in. He allows himself the lazy act of sitting down in the ring, watching the ref begin a whole new ten count, and content to let the Ross’s carcass lay in the mess at ringside. As the ref reaches six, movement from the rubble catches Simon’s eye. He watches, awestruck as Ross crawls slowly and painfully from the debris. The ref is at eight and Ross actually has his hand on the ring apron. Kalis curses and breaks the count himself, as he jumps up, hits the ropes and goes for a baseball slide to Ross’s face. Ross turns his body and Kalis slides out and crashes to the floor. Ross, groggy, hefts Kalis up but Kalis takes control and whips Ross towards the steel steps. Ross, however, twists his body and instead it’s Kalis who goes shoulder first into the steel.

Rentfro: No! Fight champ, fight! Take Ross out!

Ross, hearing enough, turns and stalks towards Rentfro.

Rentfro: Hey, you can’t hit me, I’m an announcer!

Ross spits at Rentfro, for himself and everyone else annoyed with the commentator and turns back to Kalis. Kalis is groaning, holding his shoulder and Ross is able to toss him unceremoniously into the ring. Ross follows, intent on finishing things and pulls Kalis up for his Future-plex maneuver. Kalis struggle and breaks free, and tries to clothesline Ross but Ross ducks and turns and grabs Kalis and hoists him up to hit an F-5 into a facebuster. Ross covers.

One!

Two!

Kick Out!

Rentfro: WHEW!

Ross wastes no time, seeing his opportunity and pulls Kalis up. Ross goes to hoist Kalis up for another attempt at the Future-plex, yet again Kalis escapes and this time with force, Kalis gouges Ross in the eyes and goes for the Tears or Redemption!

Rentfro: GOT HIM!

McDaniel: Seems so!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE/NO!

Rentfro: WHAT!?

McDaniel: Too close to the ropes! Ross’s left foot is under them!

Rentfro: CHEAP! CHEAP!

The ref shows Kalis, who actually laughs, shaking his head and drags the collapsed Ross to the center of the ring. There, he drops and covers again, victory assured.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE/Shoulder up!

Renfro: HE got him!

McDaniel: No, the ref is calling it off! He says Ross got his shoulder up first!

Rentfro: Who the hell hired this no good referee!!!?

Kalis’s humor is gone! Now he’s up, turned to the ref and arguing the fall. The ref is adamant and Kalis throws his hands up in disgust. However, during this, Ross shakes the cobwebs free and grabs Kalis by the tights and pulls him over and down into a pin. The ref rushes over.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Rentfro: Now that would have been a travesty of justice!

McDaniel: Says you.

Kalis swings to his feet, all sense of humor definitely gone. Ross tries to stand, but Kalis throws three stiff closed fists and knocks Ross back down. Kalis stomps on Ross’ hands, and then drags Ross up. Once he has Ross to a vertical base, Kalis backs up and goes for his patented Muay Thai kick! The motion is graceful and complete but no one’s home on the other end, as Ross let’s his body collapse to the canvas. Kalis lands on his feet, turning with frustration and goes at Ross again but Ross swiftly kicks upwards, the toe of his boot hitting Kalis square in the forehead. Kalis drops back, stunned and Ross twists his body to roll to his feet and bounces to the ropes and comes back with a drop kick, putting Kalis on the mat. Ross drops a knee into Kalis’s stomach once, twice, three times. Ross then with no skill needed, jumps up and drops his entire body, butt first, onto Kalis’s chest, 220 lbs of weight crushing down on the champion’s lungs!

McDaniel: Now that’s..effective.

Ross grinds his knees against Kalis’s shoulders to pin them down.

ONE!

TWO!

THR/Kalis heaves his lower body and thrusts Ross off of him, enough for Kalis to scurry out from the cover and roll away. Ross jumps up, turns and with Kalis on his back, Ross reaches down to grab Kalis by the neck when Kalis goes for the S.D.S., Kalis rolls himself onto his shoulders and the back of his neck and lifts his legs up toward Ross, latching onto his neck with his knees both pointed inward. He slams Ross forward to the canvas and at the same time grinds his knees into his neck while rolling him up for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE/Kickout!

Rentfro: COME ON!

Kalis is struck with a case of déjà vu, seemingly aware this frustration of not being able to put Ross away has happened before. He jumps up, heaving Ross up to his feet and tries again with the Tears of Redemption, but again, Ross is so stubborn he avoids the eye gouge and quickly reciprocates with a successful completion of the Future-plex!

Rentfro: NO NO NO!

McDaniel: Nice, this could be the upset of the century!

Ross covers, hooking the leg and the ref counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE/Shoulder up!

Rentfro: YES! Oh hell yes!

Ross is beside himself. He can’t believe it! He’s up, now his turn to bitch to the referee! He had the match, the victory and no one should have been able to kick out! The ref shakes his head; it was close but no three. Ross glowers and turns, and with rage goes to apply the Out of Time submission hold, wanting to hear Simon tap, but Kalis is alive and as Ross goes to hook the move, Kalis pulls him down and rolls him into a small package!
ONE!

TWO!

THRE/Kickout!

McDaniel: Very close!

Rentfro: Should have been it, right there!

Both men are back to their feet, now exchanging the desperate lefts and rights, the match breaking down into a simple brawl! Both men get advantages, taking each other to the ropes only for the ref to break them up, but it results in a colliding into a second brawl…

McDaniel: The frustration has set in.

Ross swings a wide punch that Kalis ducks, and he slips behind Ross and grabs him by the neck and brings his back crashing down on Kalis’s knee. Ross groans, the pain too much and Kalis lifts Ross up and throws him into the corner. Kalis hits three swift kicks to Ross’ gut and then takes him up to the top rope!

Rentfro: Here it comes!

Kalis signals to the crowd, that it’s time! However, Ross suddenly shoves Kalis who falls from the top rope to hit the canvas with a resounding thud! The crowd gasps as Ross positions himself and flies with the Heat Seeking Missle. Ross covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE/Kickout!

Ross spits on Kalis, turns and goes to climb to the top rope to do the move again.

Rentfro: No, no!

McDaniel: He gets this, it’s over!

Ross stumbles as he climbs, his ribs still hurting from the kicks by Kalis. As he reaches the top, Kalis stirs suddenly and jumps up. Kalis rushes the ropes as Ross turns and Kalis scrambles up, hits an elbow to Ross’s face and as Ross is dazed, Kalis grins and Brings Ross crashing down with the Sentencing of the Damned! Kalis covers with confidence.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Rentfro: YES YES YES!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, SIMON KALIS!

Not Jokering


The scene backstage is that of a camera running, for whatever god awful reason you can think of. The camera takes a left, running down another hallway, then turns right, then stops and looks into the open door way of what appears as an office in the arena. Sitting down in a chair is a still obviously amped up and still concussed Daniel Kalis, and across from him sits one of the area doctors who's apparently overly stressed, looking over the papers as Daniel sits, twirling his thumbs in circles, waiting to hear what the doctor's going to say.

Doctor: And you're still wanting to go out there... tonight?

Rayn: No, I want to go out there tomorrow night, when the ring's packed up in the truck. When the camera's are all inside the tech bus, when the referees are all some odd thousands of feet in the air, on their flights back home until the show next week. That's what I want you fucking re re. Now sign the god damn paper and let me do what I do for a living. Is that too much to ask?

The doc looks over the papers again, shaking his head and heaving a big sigh.

Doctor: I can't let you go out there Daniel. Looking over your MRI and your CAT scan, you shouldn't be wrestling for at least two more months, let alone with the lascerations. The aggitation of what it is you do could reopen them. Hell, even if I wanted you to go out there, legally I can't sign the paper because it would be career suicide for me.

Daniel lowers his head, looking at the ground as he pulls the hair from his face with both his hands. He looks back towards the doctor, who suddenly rears back in his chair as Daniel slowly starts to lurch over the desk. He slams his left hand down on the desk, then his right, holding himself up shakily as he brings his face closer to the doctor.

Rayn: Look at my face, Doc.....

The doctor doesn't however, he just looks down towards the ground as though he were about to pee himself.

Rayn: LOOK. AT. ME!!!

He does. The doctor slowly pulls his vision from his steadily darkening blue scrubs and looks up at the face of Daniel, who suddenly lashes out, punching the doctor in the face. The doctor falls out of his chair, as Daniel stands from his, grabbing the doctor by the back of his head, lifts him to his feet and turns around, slinging the doctor face first into the brick wall. The doc falls to the ground, knocked out either by the brick wall or the sheer amount of fear. Daniel, wobbles for a moment, then grabs his medical clearance, and puts a pen in the hands of the doctor, before scribbling some writing down on the paper.

He stands up, holding the paper up for the camera to see as the one big scar across his right eye starts to ooze a little blood from above his eye brow. He smirks as he makes sure the camera gets the signature on the paper.

Rayn: Well, look at that, seems all doctors know how to write in is scribble. See you in the ring Teresa...

Daniel walks off, letting the paper drop to the ground. as the camera watches Daniel stumble down the hall way to go possibly prepare for his match later, or apply more gauze, either way, we don't know...

What Friends Are For


The camera cuts to Teresa, who's watching Rayn's segment on a closed circuit TV. She only has a few minutes to ponder what she's seen before Karina Cecilla enters behind her, softly waving her fan. Teresa's shoulders tense as she looks down at the newcomer.

Teresa Quaranta: You signed that contract just for me, didn't you?

Karina Cecilla: Why wouldn't I? You're clearly in need of my help.

Teresa squints.

Teresa Quaranta: I'm clearly doing really well in PWA, if you haven't noticed. Besides that, I think that everyone here is sick of the whole "alliance of megalomaniacs seeks total domination of everything" thing.

Karina inches a little close to Teresa.

Karina Cecilla: See that? Here's a man who spends every week bragging about how brutal he is, how sadistic he is, how merciless he is. Who Spat In A Man's Hollowed Out Eyesocket a few short hours ago. Who brags about all the people he killed while he was in the military. And here is is, limping about, with the audacity to criticize you for not being nice enough to him. Expecting you to pity him instead of giving him the beating that he's freely signed up for.

Teresa doesn't say anything.

Karina Cecilla: This world is full of people who, deep down, desperately want to be... humbled. Maybe some vestige of humanity's need for religion. And there are an... Elect... few people who are good enough to stand on that platform that the common rabble so desperately need. But you won't be able to do it. Not while you're carrying around dead weight like Riona Langly.

Teresa Quaranta: You have a lot of mouth for someone who -

Karina interrupts, placing her finger over Teresa's lips.

Karina Cecilla: You know I'm telling the truth. She's just like Chelsea, you know. And you had the heart to do what needed to be done there, so why not -

Teresa finally snaps into action, grabbing Karina's wrist and flinging it to the side, but Karina grabs Teresa by the hair and pulls her into a deep kiss. It only lasts a second before Teresa rises up, breaking the two of them apart. The number one contender looks completely flushed. Karina smirks and offers her the fan.

Karina Cecilla: You don't need this, do you, pet? Just remember that I'm here to help you.

She gives Teresa a friendly wave and a big, devious smile before leaving.

Teresa Quaranta vs Rayn

Main Event


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 pauses at the top of the ramp and deliberately raises two fingers to her neck for a few seconds, then to her wrist. Once her pulse is checked, she takes a deep breath, pivots towards the crowd and flicks her hand towards the ring, sticking her nose in the air and jawing snidely at the fans. As she reaches the ring, she steps through the middle rope, beige sparklers fall from above the ring, but Teresa doesn't give them much acknowledgment besides looking in their direction.

She walks to the turnbuckle and leans against it with a knowing smile, waiting for the match to start.


Jon McDaniel: There's a lot of bad blood here in this match.

Brian Rentfro: To be sure, Jon. This is going to be a tough one for Rayn though, he's still fairly hurt.

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.

DING DING DING

Immediately Daniel Kalis lashes out with a sudden thrust kick to Teresa right knee cap, sending the number one contender to one knee. Rayn spins his whole body as he sends a flash of boot to Teresas face with a spinning mule kick this time. Teresa falls back to the canvas but quickly rolls away and gets back to her feet. Rayn limps a bit away to rest as Teresa is back on her feet and unimpressed. He attempts to clothesline Teresa but she ducks, unaware that Teresa planned on this and quickly bounces herself chest first off the ropes and flying backwards with a jumping elbow to the back of Rayns head, taking both of them down to the canvas. They both get to their feet, Teresa quite easily as Rayn struggles to pull himself up by the ropes. Daniel Kalis manages to let off two snap kicks with his own shins into the back of Teresas knees. But as Teresa falls towards the canvas once more she brings down a crushing elbow to Rayns' throat.

Jon McDaniel: Teresa taking it to Rayn right now.

Brian Rentfro: All I see is the guy who lost to Simon, and the girl who will lose to Simon.

Teresa with a display of acrobatics of reply own as she pushes herself up with her hands, twisting her lower body straight into the air before crashing down on to Rayns' chest with both of her knees bent outwards. Rayn coughs and chokes as he tries to roll away. Quaranta doesn't relent as she pulls herself up and comes towards Rayn. Rayn slides out of the ring and as he shakes the last impacts off he waves to the fans. Teresa doesn't hesitate as she climbs to the top rope and jumps off landing a missile dropkick on Rayn on the outside. Rayn's head smashes the barrier seperating fans from wrestlers and his old wounds are cut open again immediately.

Brian Rentfro: Ouch.

Jon McDaniel: Rayn is already bleeding everywhere from those Death Match wounds.

Teresa Quaranta is up first and takes the fight to The Acidic One as she grabs him by his neck and lifts him up, but Rayn quickly pushes Teresa into the corner post banging her head off of it. Teresa throws a stiff left and then jumps back, lifting her entire right leg perfectly upwards into Rayns throat, lowering it quickly and then lifting it back up into Rayns chin. Rayn collapses on the steel steps and Teresa moves back a bit to get some space. The referee is already at the 7 count as Teresa quickly rushes back to Rayn realizing this, grabbing him by his hair and throwing him into the ring. She follows quickly by sliding in.

Brian Rentfro: Now why would she do something so stupid? She had the match won.

Jon McDaniel: Oh I don't know Brian. Perhaps she's a competitor who wants to leave no doubt she's one of the best in the PWA today? Real wrestlers pin their opponents or make them tap.

Brian Rentfro: Pffft. A win is a win, Jon.

As Teresa gets herself to her feet, so does Rayn. Rayn drops to a knee and sends a straight punch into her gut. From his knee he grabs Teresa by the head and plants her with a DDT, wiping the blood from his face as he rolls away. Teresa gets back to her feet as does Rayn. Rayn whips his hair back and wipes some blood off of his face but Teresa pounces quickly locking him up into a standing butterfly submission but lifting him up and BANG! PROCESS OF ILLUMINATION! She hooks the legs quickly and Swindell drops down for the count.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by pinfall, TERESA QUARANTA!

Rayn rolls out of the ring and hits the floor outside of it as Scott Swindell raises Teresa's hand in victory. Maya comes running out to help her uncle back to the backstage area as Teresa remains in the ring, flashing a superstar smile as the fans cheer both of them.

Brian Rentfro: Well she better enjoy it while she can, because that's the last Kalis she's -

Jon McDaniel: Wait a minute Brian, I'm getting word we've got something going on backstage.

- over the catering table and to the floor. Karina, now wearing street clothes, flips the fan around, revealing a metal rod. She swings and connects cleanly with Riona's skull, and the former PWA champion staggers back through the backstag area. Karina drops the fan and follows behind her.

Karina Cecilla: I told you this would happen on my time, didn't I, you little wretch?

Karina savagely kicks Riona in the back of the kneecap and throws her face first into a wall before throwing her through the curtain and onto the ramp. She pauses for a moment, soaking in the almost nuclear heat from the crowd in Philly - for just a moment too long, as Riona connects with an elbow square to Karina's chin that knocks her loopy. She falls back onto her haunches as the crowd goes from intense booing to intense cheering. Riona takes a moment to recover her wits before going on the attack, buffeting Karina with a brutal series of knees to the midsection before landing a sick looking facebuster onto the stage.

Jon McDaniel: And after antagonizing Riona all night in her hometown, it looks like Karina's getting what's coming to her. Couldn't have happened to a nicer lady!

Riona stalks her opponent as the crowd stomps, willing Karina up for one last blow. Still obviously dazed from the beating she's taken, Karina slowly rises to her feet as Riona measures her up for the Tourniquet - Karina throws a handful of dust into Riona's eyes, it must have come from her pocket or something. She twists Riona's arm, kicks her in the stomach, bends a leg over the trapped arm and flattens her with a Divine Right DDT that sends Riona crashing through a weak spot in the stage!

If the crowd was angry before, now they are just livid. Security is out a few seconds too late, roughly throwing Karina out of the building and tending to Langly, who is very obviously suffering just out of range of the camera.