World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


Ash Nukem vs Phoenix vs Johnny Maverick

Triple Threat Match

Johnny Maverick, appearing in his first match since his accident (as well as his first match since the fall out with his brother) made a point of standing out and showing that a cast wouldn’t hold him back. If anything, it worked to his advantage, as he used it to knock the Phoenix cold early on, leaving him with Ash.

With just the two of them left Johnny set about making it a clean sweep for the night, but Ash wouldn’t lay down and took everything the current champion of all Johnny Maverick related things could throw at him.

El Gringo Tonto took another turn on the commentary desk and pulled no punches in slating Ash. This proved to be a mistake as a well timed duck from Johnny on the outside sent a Tope Con Hilo from Ash straight over the desk and into Tonto on the outside, sending them both to the floor, however, with the angle and velocity of flight, it was hard to tell if this wasn’t the point all along. Johnny Maverick followed him out and, after a few minutes brawling on the floor, took the fight back to the ring. He then went to put the finish on Ash but not before the youngster gave him a few scares to the contrary. However, it would still be Maverick’s night as he took him out with a Clothesline, scored with a follow up Brainbuster and then snatched onto a Juji-Gatame to get an instant tapout from Ash.

Johnny celebrated his win and left, leaving Ash in the ring. The fans gave him a cheer but it was short lived as Tonto returned to the ring and bashed him with the Grizzly Beer title. The fans let him have but Tonto made a point of showing which of the two of them still had the gold. He then left the referees to clean up.

Winner: Johnny Maverick


We turn backstage now as The Redeemer and Hikari Yurei are discussing something as they walk down the hallway. As they round a corner, Simon Kalis stands there waiting for them. They stop in their tracks.

Simon Kalis: You two think you're good by ambushing me?

Kalis cocks an eyebrow as he stands before them in a black Brioni suit.

Hikari Yurei: Master... It's been too long.

Kalis scoffs.

The Redeemer: You will be destroyed Simon Kalis.

Simon Kalis: Get your head on straight, Duff! I mean Jesus Christ! You slept with Maya?

The Redeemer: I did no such thing. As if I'd sleep with that triffling whore you call a daughter.

Kalis steps back and looks at the both of them blankly for a moment.

Simon Kalis: Be careful who you make your enemy...

Hikari Yurei: Do you not have other things to worry about? Such as Teresa?

Simon Kalis: She's got her own problems... And as far as I can see...

Kalis points to them.

Simon Kalis: I've got my own.

Kalis pushes himself between them and walks off. They stare at him for a moment and Hikari snickers while Redeemer scoffs.

Hikari Yurei: He has no idea.

The Redeemer: Tonight, your career and your reign ends Simon.

El Gringo Tonto vs Meghan Nash Strader

Non-Title Match

A seemingly mismatched set of styles proved to provide an intriguing match up that saw the former tag team champion running the ring with Head Scissors, Hurricanranas and various other lucha techniques in a bid to show which of them was really in charge.

Tonto was eventually able to slow the pace and reassert himself in the match. He then made a point of belittling the former champ anyway he could, making a point of raising his ire. Meghan would eventually get back in the flow and allow the match to break down in slugfest.

Ash would make his return from earlier in the night to distract Tonto and allow Meghan to score the win with My Friend of Misery.

Ash looked quite happy with herself as he lorded the fall over Tonto. Not content to have match turned into someone else’s party, Meghan followed up with another My Friend of Misery on Ash. She then took a passing glance at the Grizzly Beer title, gave it a knowing smile and then left them both behind.

Winner: Meghan Nash Strader

Could Have Used Slow Motion

Karina Cecilla: I know. I know. This is PWA. And everyone here is amazing.

The camera fades into focus and shows Karina Cecilla standing, arms behind her back, in the backstage area.

Karina Cecilla: The world champion pops his eye out with a knife because he can't bear to take a show off. The tag champions have a violent fallout over someone making a pass at someone's crush. Daniel Kalis limps up to matches with his face cut to ribbons for... the love of the game, I suppose.

Karina is on the move, soaking in the bios as she walks on the concrete.

Karina Cecilla: But I suppose I expected a little more from Riona Langly. After all she claims to be...

She stops here, laughing.

Karina Cecilla: The franchise of the PWA. The person that all of you get very excited and pay to see. For the thrilling elbows, and the thrilling knees, and the not much else, actually.

She continues walking.

Karina Cecilla: So I suppose that I expected a little more of that Passion and Fire she bragged about so much last week. But while Riona spent her week of recuperation on a couch, sending messages from a dingy cellphone, I preferred to send my messages on a screen that actually matters.

Karina points upward and the screen shows a replay of the ending of last weeks show. Strangely enough, the bit where Riona attacks her has been cut, inspiring even more boos from the crowd. As the replay ends, Karina walks though the curtain, soaking in the crowds reaction with a big smug smile.

Karina Cecilla: I told Riona Langly to fuck off and to learn her place. And when she didn't, I put her there. Firmly. Best wishes warding off your concussion, bitch. I have more important things to do.

Karina heads down to the ring and slides in.

Karina Cecilla: Teresa. Let's talk. You won your match last week, which is to be expected. But I can't give you much in the way of style points - Rayn is still limping around, being worthless and taking a paycheck away from, I don't know, a crazy dentist or a suicide bomber. Last week, David Blazenwing showed a video of you cheating him out of a world championship. Where's that sort of viciousness, Teresa? When I put Riona -

Teresa enters, wearing a Toronto Maple Leafs shirt and white pants.

Teresa Quaranta: I've got a dozen different things I'd rather come out here and talk about tonight. I'd rather talk about Marvin Wood's chances of beating me after Genesis. Those are zero, by the way. I'd rather talk about why Vault will never, ever be as good as Surge or why Porkies is the greatest movie ever made. And I'd love to talk about being PWA Champion - only a couple weeks away, thankfully. But instead I have to talk about... you.

Karina smirks and keeps fanning herself, saying something the Mic doesn't quite pick up.

Teresa Quaranta: Will you stop? You came out here to talk about viciousness? If David Blazenwing wants to fight me over losing his belt years ago, that's fine. I have no problem beating up Blazenwing, Blazengirl, the Blazenkids - and if there's a Blazendog out there, I'll blow a whistle at him or something.

Teresa smiles and heads toward the ring.

Teresa Quaranta: And seeing as I know, and you know, and the fans know, and the guy in row 48 selling popcorn knows that Simon Kalis is going to catch the beating of his life at Genesis, I'm not exactly looking to unleash the eeeevil within in a well timed video montage. And that's because I'm pretty testy on my own. You can ask anyone on this roster really.

A beat.

Teresa Quaranta: You could ask Riona Langly, if you hadn't attacked her last week. And by the way, I wouldn't come out here bragging about shutting Riona up. She's really the sort of person that likes to do one thing at a time. And you're really high on the list for having your brain turned into mashed potatoes.

She shrugs, and the fans give a pop. Karina steps forward and grabs Teresa's arm.

Karina Cecilla: And would you let that happen?

Pomp and Circumstance #4 hits the PA and Marvin Wood steps onto the top, wearing a sneer and a very expensive suit.

Marvin Wood: Choice. I do not stand here as the world's greatest wrestler because I was the son of the world's greatest wrestler. Neither is it because of a lucky coin toss or random chance. I am the best in the world because every decision I made turned that into the only logical conclusion. To transcending the random and embracing the infinite.

The crowd boos as Wood paces back and forth.

Marvin Wood: And just as I've chosen to be the world's best wrestler, Teresa Quaranta, you have stepped on a path that leads only to mediocrity. No one here cares to know about your... dalliances. Or your friends. Or theoretical challenges from veterans who, although decorated, haven't climbed the ladder of this company's current top contenders... that is to say, me.

Teresa holds a palm up, like a student asking a question.

Teresa Quaranta: Marvin. Marvin. Before you start comparing yourself to the guy from Bioshock or whoever else, can I ask you something? Why... are you out here?

Marvin Wood: I am here, talking time out of my intensive preparation for tonight match, to tell you to forget about David Blazenwing. To forget about Karina Cecilla. To forget about Riona Langly and even the world champion. If you're wise, you'll watch what I do to Jethro Hayes, remember what I did to you the last time we met, and contemplate what will happen the next time we meet, potentially with a world championship on the line.

Wood takes a deep breath, and as he does, Karina springs into action, giving Teresa a chop block and battering her with a series of right hands, backing her into a corner. The Purist watches this with a raised eyebrow before continuing to address the #1 contender as if nothing had happened.

Marvin Wood: I will now leave you to your difficulties, as I have a match to win.

Marvin turns on his heel and goes backstage as Karina spins Teresa around and nails her with the Divine Right DDT near the middle of the ring - the same move that laid out Riona last week. Karina kneels over Teresa's body, smoothing out her hair for a few moments before kissing her on the cheek and leaving herself, grinning widely.

Matt Stone vs Ryan Ross

Non-Title Match

Matt Stone, notorious for half-assing things, seemed to find himself outdone tonight by Ryan Ross, who seemed incredibly disinterested in the whole affair. A rather lacklustre effort by Ross was capitalised on by a slightly less lacklustre effort by Matt Stone, who crushed him with a Combo Breaker.

Matt Stone then celebrated with his title, which apparently he intends on holding forever, before leaving the ring.

Winner: Matt Stone

Where do I Stand?

We come back from commercial break as “Welcome to the Masquerade” from Thousand Foot Krutch plays through the arena. The crowd starts cheering as Marxx walks through the curtain and gets on the ramp, wearing what he considers as casual (jeans, silver shoes, white shirt, black tie and a little black vest). He walks down the ramp, gets closer to the ring and climbs on the steps. He goes to the other side of the ring and asks for a microphone. When his music starts to fade out, Marxx walks to the middle of the ring, getting in his usual position before he screams his catchphrase.

Marxx: What’s up, Marxxaddicts!

The crowd starts to cheer after his catchphrase.

Marxx: First of all I... I’d like to thank you all.

He takes a short pause, and then continues.

Marxx: I’d like to thank you all for the support you gave me all the time I was here. From the days of the crazy party animal to the ones where I had to fight with enemies against friends. The last couple months were really... The past couple months were really tough for me, and I’d like to thank you all for being there, for all the nice things you send to me on my website, the little chitchat in local cafés I stop in-between two wrestling shows, everything that makes me happy to be here and give my best every day, or at least, what I have left to offer lately.

He walks from a side of the ring to another while he speaks.

Marxx: You may have noticed it, but over the past couple weeks, I feel like I’m slowly becoming the opposite of who I used to be. I have the body, but not the focused mind I had months ago, not even years ago, in this business. The first days I was there, it was all about having fun and being the best guy in town, in the ring and on the dancefloor. And let me tell ya, I didn’t have much competition in London, so the dancefloor was all mine! But now, I’m not the young, unconscious boy I was when I first started. I met people, I learned really quick about the importance of making a name for yourself, and now, at 30 years old, I know where to go, I know who I have to talk to if I want this and that, I learned so much about this whole industry and about what it takes to be on top that I feel it. I know that deep inside, I have what it takes to be on top. But as always, there is this little hesitation, a little doubt popping in, like a little voice on the shoulder saying “what if it fails” while another voice screams from the other side “go for it and kick some ass!”

He laughs a little.

Marxx: With all that, I’m really wondering where I’m standing in this business and most of all, where I wanna stand in this business. I thought my doubts about myself and my career wouldn’t be reflected through my decisions and performances, but unfortunately, my biggest fear became reality last week.

He wipes his forehead.

Marxx: Last week, I had a little word exchange with someone I respect a lot on the professional plan. It didn’t turn the way people would normally expect from us. I’m not the man who will try and jump to pick a fight if I don’t think the outcome leads to something better. That’s why I was part of the Wargames at Good versus Evil. The goal was simple, get rid of the parasites for a better future. And together, as a team, we did it.

And some more cheers from the crowd at that point.

Marxx: But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. What I’m here to talk about is that after this verbal exchange, I was approached by an eye witness of it, Joshua Danielson.

The crowd responds negatively when they hear Joshua’s name.

Marxx: Funny enough, we didn’t pick up a fight, but however, I challenged him to a match this week, which wasn’t scheduled. And Danielson is not scheduled. I’d love to get an answer as of why this mistake happened, but that’s not what I’m here for.

The crowd is neutral on that statement.

Marxx: I have to admit that, while he was talking to me, Joshua he made an interesting point. A hurtful one to accept, but still something I had doubts about since I came back from shooting the movie. It’s been a while that I’m here and I have yet to get this defining moment, this little thing that get your name written in history books, the little “OOMPH!” to my career and make me achieve my goal of becoming one of the most successful man to ever lace his boots and get into a PWA ring.

A few cheers here and there. Most of the crowd waits to see where he’s going with that before reacting.

Marxx: Not that what I did so far wasn’t good enough for me, I’m still in shock when I realize everything I did here in such a short amount of time. But there’s still the key moment missing. And that key moment, it is an unforgettable win at Genesis.

There are more cheers than the last time, but it’s not the whole crowd yet.

Marxx: For those who remember, at last year’s Genesis, I was left in the shadows in my own championship defence. I got disqualified against Nick Ledgewood after he dragged the referee in my way while I was going for a Crossbody, and then Vitaly Petrov came and just decided to run me down during one of the most disgraceful matches of my career. Last year, my Genesis was a total flop.

The crowd doesn’t know how to react. So it stays silent until Marxx continues.

Marxx: But this year? The scenario will be all different. I’m a man who seeks for the opportunities, and I have found the perfect opportunity to make sure my name does not end among other names such as Trent Bradley, Simon Yip, Viktor Stone and all those who came in and failed to impress or inspire. At Genesis, I...

Marxx takes a pause, just to let the suspense float a little bit. Tension mounts as he turns by the curtain.

Marxx: I challenge none other than Mr. Genesis himself, Raizzor.

Now this caught everyone off guard! The crowd was in shock!

Marxx: At Genesis, the party is over. I make it a personal affair that the legend of Raizzor becomes nothing but a myth. The whole streak of dominance, the whole image of the man who’s never been pinned and never been forced to tap out on the biggest scene of PWA will disappear once and for all. Raizzor, you’re about to face your most determined, your most challenging and your most enraged challenger ever. This year, nobody will be on your list, but you... You’re the one name that appears on mine. So Raizzor, if you accept this challenge, one-on-one, no tricks, just plain wrestling, be ready, because I’M GONNA LEAVE MY...

Marxx goes to raise his microphone so the crowd could scream his name like they usually do, but all of a sudden the familiar GONG hails the beginning of Vengeance by Dream Evil and the arrival of the very man Marxx spoke about. Raizzor steps out on the stage with his own mic in hand and nods towards the ring and Marxx.

Raizzor: Marxx.

A pause.

Raizzor: Your challenge… is accepted.

The crowd pops to this big time.

Raizzor: But heed my warning; while your reasons are just and your drive admirable, do not for one moment believe that you have any chance of ending my legend. Nor, will you dominate. I will compete against you, I will do it man to man, but once in that ring, once the bell rings; like all who have come before you; you will be subjected to pain and brutality of the likes you have never before known. I believed it an honor for you to choose me, but to suggest you will end me is near laughable. Survive against Danielson, if you can, Marxx, and I will see you at Genesis. This, I Promise.

Raizzor drops the mic and draws his thumb across his throat, as now the one called Marxx takes center stage on the list of those Raizzor will dominate. Marxx, in response, nods grimly that he has stepped up and now must back of his words, all of them.

Jethro Hayes vs Marvin Wood

Singles Match

'Pomp & Circumstance March No.4' by Edward Elgar Entrance Description: The first few chords of Edward Elgar's fourth Pomp & Circumstance March are played from the PA system into the arena. After a few seconds, "The Purist" Marvin Wood appears from behind the curtain with a dour expression on his face. He walks to the middle of the stage area and stands there for a few seconds, to survey the audience. He then begins walking down the entrance-way. Many of the members of the audience boo, some catcall and a few cheer. He looks at no-one as he approaches the ring, but stretches his fingers a bit. He stretches three fingers on each hand, first, and then four fingers on each hand.

Marvin walks towards the ring steps, and walks up them and towards the middle of the apron, sliding his hand over the top rope as he does so. He pauses there for a few seconds, before entering the ring, right leg first and then left leg. He enters the ring with plenty of pomp and circumstance, as if he were a foot taller than he is. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and waits.

"Time for a lil' Southern Justice"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The chorus hits up again...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jethro points to the crowd one last time as the blacktop view on the big screen seemingly flies through the screen, showing that Jethro considers those fans in attendance friends.(it goes back to the very first line in the first verse). Jethro turns to face the entrance ramp, raising his head up so that he can see it clearly.

Ding Ding

Wood immediately charges Jethro, looking for a takedown! The accomplished amateur wrestler looking to neutralize Hayes's size advantage by taking him to the canvas where everybody’s the same size, Jethro is not so adept, and start working for a submission. But Jethro doesn’t go down, shifting to plant his weight. He brings his forearms down across Marvin’s back with thudding impact. Wood stands up and Jethro swings a short clothesline, which is ducked. Wood with a european uppercut to “The Southern Hero",” snapping his head back…
Jethro nods at his opponent before flexing his very muscled arms.

Jon McDaniel: Not smart to try and out power Jethro anywhere, but especially in a match.

Brian Rentfro: Well Jethro isn't smart, so it is abot even.

POW! Wood goes down! He’s up, he’s DOWN again thanks to a Jethro Hayes right hand! Wood gets up once more, Hayes scoops him up effortlessly. The Southern Hero shows Wood to all four sides of the building, then delivers a huge running powerslam in the middle of the ring. Hayes makes a cover...


Brian Rentfro: Jethro Hayes showing why he is a bull faced liar!

Jon McDaniel: How's that?

Brian Rentfro: He said that he'd help Marvin bring back some of the purity of wrestling and there he is using his power.

Jon McDaniel: I do believe that Marvin tried to throw a powerful uppercut first.

Brian Rentfro: I didn't see that.

Jon McDaniel: Marvin rolling to the outside to rework his gameplan here.

Wood is still outside as Swindell gets his count up to five. Hayes motions for Wood to get back into the ring because he hardly expects Wood to get counted out and lose the match in such an unpurist fashion. Wood gets on the apron — Hayes makes a move. Wood ducks into the ropes and yells for Swindell to “do your damn job! Keep him away!” Swindell tells Hayes to let his man get into the ring and out of the ropes. Hayes shrugs, content to listen… for now.
Wood steps back in, Hayes hammers him. Into the ropes, Wood shot off at a run. Shoulderblock takes him down! Hayes looks down, hits the ropes himself. Wood flips on his belly, forcing Hayes to leap over him. Hayes up, Wood leapfrogs the charging Georgia native! Hip toss from Wood, Hayes blocks, high hip toss of his own! Wood rolls back outside, cursing in frustration as Hayes looks out over the crowd with a smirk.
Swindell telling Wood to bring it back inside. Wood steps in, Hayes this time grabs him — Wood with a shoulderblock through the ropes. Scott telling them to get out of the ropes, Wood flips over with a sunset flip attempt! He can’t get the big Georgian down though, and the Southern Hero reaches down with both hands to pick up Marvin! Double-choke lift — Wood kicks Hayes right in the solar plexus. Hayes doubles over, and Wood quickly delivers a couple european uppercuts. Irish whip attempt — but Hayes won’t move. Wood tries again, Hayes goes nowhere. A third try, Hayes uses his power to reverse it — but Wood then ducks under the arms again and twists Hayes up with a sudden side Russian Leg Sweep, driving the big man into the canvas —
AND THEN HE GOES FOR a single leg Boston Crab! Kick to the thigh, another, and Wood tries to twist Hayes' legs into the submission hold.... Hayes fighting with his powerful thighs, like tree trunks. He twists one way, then the other, then throws Wood off. And Wood cartwheels out?

Jon McDaniel: That... could be a first.

Brian Rentfro: You do what ya got to do when a big man doesn't keep his word and is cheating on top of that.

Hayes sits up — Wood with a diving european uppercut right to the face!

Brian Rentfro: Go on and tell that even though Hayes is cheating, Wood has got Hayes in a rear chinlock, why aren't you telling them that the much smaller Wood has got Jethro Hayes in his place?

Jon McDaniel: Because you won't shut up long enough for me to get a word in.

Wood kicks the canvas, wrenching on the hold. Hayes grunts and forces his way up. Back to his feet, he throws a big elbow that rocks Wood off of him. Wood hits the ropes, charges in ...





Hayes kicks out. Wood gets up, drops a leg across Hayes' face. Another cover...



kick-out. Wood yells at Swindell to count properly, then covers again, forearm across the chin.

Brian Rentfro: I've got to agree, Swindell seems to be off his game tonight counting slow aand all.


Hayes with a kick-out.








Wood trying to wear down Hayes with repeated covers. Wood sits Hayes up… and kicks him hard in the spine. Just because he can. Hayes still in a seated position, Wood flies at him and delivers a rolling necksnap! PERFECTLY executed, and Hayes springs backwards to the canvas like a shot. Wood leaps over and gets a side headlock on the canvas. But wait! Hayes uses his powerful legs to catch Wood with a headscissors. He squeezes, crushing Wood's head like a South Georgia watermelon. Wood tries to get out, maneuvers left, right, then does a headstand to pop out of the headscissors. And he leaps right back onto Hayes for the side headlock!

Brian Rentfro: Now, that's wrestling!!

Hayes turns himself over, looking for purchase to get back to his feet. With his power, it doesn’t take too much before he’s back to a standing base, Wood trying to hold on. Hayes suddenly shifts behind Wood and picks him up for a devastating belly-to-back suplex, half-dumping Wood on his head! Each man up, Wood comes in for a tie-up — CAUGHT. BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Wood flies almost out of the ring, then gets up only to have Jethro Hayes charge him and CLOTHESLINE HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! Wood hits the floor hard as the fans cheer! Swindell goes to make his count; Hayes exits the ring to go after Wood. Scott tells Hayes to bring it in the ring, then shrugs. He’s going to call it down the line… but he’s okay letting these two really “work out their issues.”

Jon McDaniel: Scott giving the fans a true match here, letting them just go at it, within a certain degree I'm sure.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, down the middle right into Jethro's favor.

Hayes has Wood outside, big right hand sends the Purist staggering. Irish whip right into the guard rail. Wood stumbles forward, caught by the big locked fingers of Hayes for a belly-to-belly suplex ON THE FLOOR! Crowd winces and cheers for that! Wood holding his back, mouth an “O” of pain. Hayes picks him up with a hammerlock and takes Wood for a walk to the announce table. Hayes bashes Wood's face into the table, then looks out. Hayes gets a grip on Wood — WHAMMO. Wood leg shoots backwards, catching Jethro in his Georgia Peaches. Wood tries to regain his bearings. He shoves everything off the announce table; McDaniel and Rentfro scatter. Wood grabs Jethro Hayes and rolls him onto the table! Wood with repeated shots as Swindell, who's had enough, finally tells him to get in the ring, count up to 7. Wood choking Hayes, then rolls back into the ring. Scott asks Wood what he’s playing at, but Wood ignores him. Swindell tells him to let Hayes get back into the ring ...
Onto the table!

Jon McDaniel: There goes our table for this match, maybe we can get another before the next match fans.

Brian Rentfro: You show him who's boss Marvin!
Jon McDaniel: Swindell could have called for a DQ, but just as he let Jethro Hayes utilize the floor to his advantage, he’s allowed Wood to use… our table! Folks, if we lose you, you understand why! Wood the aggressor on that exchange but both men are out in the wreckage here!

Brian Rentfro: Swindell realizing that he'd better play it down the middle a little to reduce suspicion.

Wood is the first to his feet. He pulls Hayes up by the short hairs, Hayes fights back! Wood bashes Jethro's face into the ring apron. He rolls his man in. Scott tells Wood to get back in ... Wood on the apron. He steps through, stalking his man. Hayes is slowly getting up…
Inverted Trachea Choke!

Into a springboard DDT!






Wood rolled the momentum of the kick-out RIGHT into a chinlock, and he has Jethro Hayes in the middle of the ring! Grapevine applied! Jethro Hayes reaches out, he can’t get any ropes with his hand or his feet, ReesMarvin's eyes wide, screaming for Jethro to give up! The crowd is on their feet, going crazy, not wanting Jethro Hayes to tap out!
Swindell is right there!
Hayes' head is swimming!
Wood is howling!
And the light in Jethro's eyes flickers... and fades. Scott lifts his arm up high, then releases it.

The arm drops once.

Lifted a second time…

And it drops.

Scott lifts Jethro's arm one more time, ready to call for the bell. He releases it…

It falls…

Brian Rentfro: And Marvin Wood is your winn...

NO! Hayes makes a fist! Jethro Hayes is alive! Calling upon hidden reserves of energy! Hayes pumping his fist, the crowd rallying behind him as he rolls over! Wood is now on his back, but Hayes is on his knees. Marvin won’t let go! Hayes reaches out, can’t reach a rope… he’s still in the middle of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: Tap you idiot!

Jon McDaniel: The fans behind Jethro here, giving him enough energy to fight with and something to fight for!

But he can get to a knee. Then to a squat. Then to his full height…


Jon McDaniel: Jethro is three hundred and fifteen pounds and it all came crashing down on top of Marvin Wood.

Cover by Hayes!


Two! ...


Brian Rentfro: Come on Swindell, what Jethro paid you isn't enough to risk your career!

Jon McDaniel: You... are hopeless.

Hayes kneels by the ropes, shaking the cobwebs loose from his head. Wood is clutching his ribs, coughing. Possible broken ribs or internal bleeding. Hayes waits for Wood to get to his feet…
Georgia Slam!

Wood folded up like a newspaper! Hayes covers! Swindell counts!




Jethro Hayes wins — no he doesn’t! Marvin got his foot on the bottom rope at the last second! Scott calling it, waving off the bell. Hayes looks for an explanation, Scott points to the foot. Hayes shoves the foot off the rope in disgust, then picks up Wood. It’s time! Standing headscissors, Wood seems helpless to resist!
The Planter...

Wood flows through! LUNGBLOWER BY Wood TO Jethro Hayes! Wood throws an arm over Jethro...




Jon McDaniel: What a counter by Wood there, but the match goes on!

Brian Rentfro: Marvin would have gotten the win there if Swindell could count at the right pace.

Wood tries to powerbomb Hayes up… no! He can’t lift the man, too much size, too much fatigue. So instead he starts delivering blows across Jethro's back, wildly, crazed, Swindell telling him to open the closed fists, forearm shots…

Brian Rentfro: Sure, step in now that Marvin's on offense.

This just makes Jethro Hayes angry.
He stands up, Wood still pounding on his back…
Running spinebuster!

Hayes hooks the leg!



Thre—NO! Wood SHOULDER UP! The will of Marvin Wood keeps him going. Jethro Hayes looks up, taking some deep breaths, getting air as Wood lays on the canvas, eyes blinking toward the ceiling

Jethro Hayes pulls at Wood — WHAMMO! Uppercut to Jethro's chin!

Brian Rentfro: What a shot from Marvin, and it was closed fist too!

Jon McDaniel: Are we watching the same match?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, but you have a biast point of view while I call it like I see it.

Swindell makes the count.



Three ...


Brian Rentfro: I want him tested for performance enhancing drugs!

Jon McDaniel: You've got to be kidding me!

Brian Rentfro: Sure am not, there has to be a reason his arms are that big.

Jon McDaniel: Its called work, you should try it some time.

Wood sees only one option. He forces Jethro Hayes into the corner, delivering several european Uppercuts. He tries to pick the man up onto the top rope, can’t get it, finally does after a grunt of effort. Wood climbs up afterwards, hooking a facelock. He’s looking for the Suplex Labrynth ... on a three-hundred and fifteen -five pound man! Hayes fights back! Exchanging blows on the top turnbuckle are both men! Wood with a thumb to the eye, he hooks, tries to LIFT…
Hayes holds onto the top rope and sends Wood flying front-first to the canvas! Wood belly-flops HARD, and then pops up as Hayes slips down from the top rope. Hayes back against the corner, Wood gets to his feet, staggering in a circle, turns around.

Plow!, but wait!

Marvin leaps over Hayes, landing behind him. Jethro spins around boot to the gut of Marvin and lifted...

The Planter!


Countered again!

Double knee facebuster from Marvin!




Ding Ding

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Marvin Wood!

Matthew Engel vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match

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

"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."

Engel has a microphone in his hand as he soaks in the atmosphere and allows his entrance to play itself out.

"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."

The music fades and the crowd is still booing loudly. Engel lets out a deep sigh, but doesn't give them his direct attention. He's looking down toward the ring.

Matthew Engel: "Sometimes I just can't help myself. As much as I would have loved to remain silent and let my actions do the talking. I must confess something to you all here and especially Mr. Bogard in the back."

The crowd settles down a bit, but still a decent amount of booing going on. An 'asshole' chant stirs up.

Matthew Engel: "In an anticipated response from you and your first appearance on PWA airwaves since your devastating loss to Marvin... Wood, you managed to be as boring and bland as possible. Here I thought I would give you the benefit of the doubt and think you could actually provide some sort of entertainment value in addition to what I bring to this place every week. But, you proved me wrong, Cody. I don't say this very often because I don't condone the elementary aspect of it, but it's the truth.

You looked like a complete fool in your promo. You claim to be clear and concise, when basically all you did was repeat the main points of my promo back to me and to the PWA. That's all you did. Sure, you might have made a thought or two of your own on the matter, but you were basically regurgitating everything I said back to me. The only thing you managed to spew out in that piece of trash video is that you wanted the old Matthew Engel, the tough SOB that was reigning terror. Well, your own stupidity and lack of creativity has drawn him out, Cody. Now, why? I wanna know why - after I gave you the benefit of the doubt and a good opportunity to make a strong presence - you chose to look like a complete fool. I hope tonight you can give me an answer; I hope tonight you can give me a performance that won't bore me to death, because I'd hate to walk out of here with an easy victory after getting my ass handed to me last week."

Some cheers for the beer-drinkin', blood-flowin' redneck.

Matthew Engel: "Yeah, yeah. You all got your share last week. But tonight - a real Engel rises victorious and makes his way back up the ladder where he belongs."

The lights suddenly dim down as the opening intro to Dragon Storm 2007 plays. Once the intro finishes and goes into the main theme, smoke emerges from near the entrance way.

Brian Rentfro: "Did Cody just cut him off?"

Jon McDaniel: "No, I think the PWA did. We are on a time restriction here, Brian."

Brian Rentfro: "Matt doesn't look pleased."

A figure emerges from the smoke, standing while looking at the fans as he stands in the shadows. The figure is seen as strobe lights go off to reveal Cody Bogard posing at the entrance way. Cody makes his way to the ring.

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from San Mateo, California...

Cody makes his way over to the ring, springing up to the ring apron, climbing the turnbuckle and posing with his arms open in a pose.

Eric Emerson: Standing 5'11 and weighing in tonight at 210 pounds...

Kanayaku daiya no Genseki no youni
[Itsuka wa hikari wo hanatemasu youni...]

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

Eric Emerson: A former two time Intercontinental Champion... "THE CRISIS ACE"... CODY BOGARD!!!

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

Cody takes his time to prepare for the match as the theme fades out.


Engel and Bogard lock horns, but Bogard quickly reverses it into a hammerlock. Engel nails Bogard with an elbow and tries for a clothesline, but Bogard ducks underneath and nails Engel with a dropkick to the chest. Bogard tosses Engel into the corner and immediately follows it up with a knee strike to the face. Engel stumbles forward and Bogard hops up onto the top turnbuckle and takes Engel down with a missile dropkick.

Jon McDaniel: Bogard starting off hot here in the opening of the match. Engel might eat his words once again.

Brian Rentfro: That dropkick probably didn't do much at all, Jon. C'mon, it's the Virus.

Engel gets brought up to his feet and Bogard takes him down with a snap suplex. Bogard goes into the ropes and hits a high-impact knee-drop on Engel. Bogard begins to stomp on Engel, and he won't stop! Bogard mounts Engel and unchambers lefts and rights. Lance Weston tries to get Bogard off of him, but Bogard just ignores him and keeps going to work on Engel, who can only cover up at this point. Bogard finally stands up and the crowd cheers him, and he just smiles back at them. He raises his hands up in the air, celebrating his momentary superiority.

Jon McDaniel: I appreciate the effort, Cody, but you've gotta get your head back in the ring.

Brian Rentfro: What a punk - thinks he can showboat all over Matthew Engel? Egregious!

Engel gets to his feet and Bogard turns around. Bogard charges and tries to take down Engel with an elbow strike, but Engel ducks and gets behind Bogard. Engel puts Bogard in a sleeper hold, but Bogard quickly finds the turnbuckle and runs up the corner! Bogard tries to leap off and twist out of the sleeper hold, but Engel catches on to the idea and rotates Bogard 180 degrees in midair and plants him into the mat with a huge DDT!

Brian Rentfro: What a reversal by Engel!

Jon McDaniel: Okay, I admit that was a good move.

Engel tries for a cover.



Kick out!

Lance calls the two and Engel gets Bogard to his feet. Engel nails him with a right hook, and picks him up for a scoop slam. He slams Bogard down to the mat. Engel springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault, and connects. He holds it for the pin.



Kick out! Lance calls the two once again.

Jon McDaniel: The former World Champion is building some offense here, finally!

Brian Rentfro: He was just waiting for the right time to strike, Jon.

Engel gets Bogard up to his feet, but Bogard slams his elbow into Engel's stomach. Engel doubles over and Bogard takes him down with a neckbreaker. Bogard gets Engel to his feet and irish whips him into the corner. Bogard charges and connects with a huge clothesline. Bogard shoves Engel back into the corner and puts him on the top turnbuckle. Bogard climbs to the middle rope and puts Engel in a front facelock. Bogard lifts Engel up and behind him, slamming him to the mat with a superplex. Bogard quickly covers.



3 -- No! Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Wow! That was TOO close, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Yes it was, I was about to open up some champagne to another Matthew Engel loss!

Brian Rentfro: Jon, you're too tough on the guy. Lighten up, you need to get laid.

Bogard gets Engel up and throws him out of the ring. Bogard climbs out and grabs Engel by the head and smashes his face into the barricade. Lance Weston begins to start the count.


Bogard picks Engel up and drops him throat-first onto the barricade. Engel struggles to breathe and starts to crawl away for safety. Bogard kicks Engel in the ribs a few times, and gets him to his feet. Bogard slams Engel face-first into the ringpost, as Lance keeps counting.


Engel, now on one knee, is bleeding from his nose. Bogard grabs him by the head again, but Engel has had enough as he slams his elbow into Bogard's gut. Engel does it again, and again, and then hits a roundhouse connecting with Bogard's jaw. He goes down and Engel follows up with a legdrop off the barricade!

Brian Rentfro: Engel hit that move perfectly!


Jon McDaniel: He can't beat Bogard outside the ring!

Brian Rentfro: I think he knows that Jon!


Engel gets Bogard up to his feet and slides him into the ring. Engel wipes the blood from his mouth and climbs the top turnbuckle as Bogard manages to get to a knee. Engel waits patiently on the top rope as Bogard turns around. Engel jumps off with a flip and lands perfectly on top of Bogard's shoulders. Bogard grabs him to prevent falling backwards.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Engel has other ideas! Hurricanrana!

Jon McDaniel: Wait! Bogard isn't giving up that easy!

Brian Rentfro: No! Bogard reverses it with a sit-down powerbomb! And holds it for the pin!



Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Another close one, Jon. Are we ever going to get a winner here?

Jon McDaniel: These guys better hope we don't run out of time!

Bogard begins to yell at the referee, but he isn't budging about his call. Engel gets to his feet and wraps Bogard up from behind and hits a back-to-belly suplex on him. Bogard crashes stomach and chest first to the mat. Engel and Bogard, a little fatigued, get to their feet at relatively the same time. Bogard lays into Engel with a right hook, but Engel comes back with his own. Back and forth they go as Bogard tries to stand toe-to-toe with the former 3 time World Champion.

Bogard gets the upperhand and clocks Engel repeatedly, backing him into the ropes. Bogard whips Engel to the other side of the ring. Engel bounces off and goes airborne, nailing Bogard with a flying forearm right to the face. Bogard goes down, but damn near bounces right back up. Engel is on his feet and connects viciously with a superkick, landing right on Bogard's jaw. He drops like a bag of bricks, and Engel climbs to the top rope. He leaps off with the Euthanasia, and connects.

Brian Rentfro: EUTHANASIA! EUTHANASIA! Finally we get to see it!

Jon McDaniel: Damn it!

Engel holds on for the cover.





Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

Engel rolls off Bogard and slides out of the ring. The crowd is displeased, booing the former World Champion. Engel doesn't seem phased, as he heads back up the rampway with his head held high.

Brian Rentfro: There we go, Jon. That's the Engel I wanted to see tonight.

Jon McDaniel: He darn near got beat tonight, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, not professional wrestling.

Jon McDaniel: Oh God.

Bogard rises to his feet, and gets a respectable applause from the crowd. He climbs out of the ring and disappears backstage as we move on to our next match.

Oh Brother

We are backstage inside the US Bank Arena, where camera crews have caught up with former PWA Commissioner and Superstar Joe BoXeR. He is making an unexpected appearance tonight as he tries to get past security. Current PWA General Manager, Lisa Seldon, bounces up to the security checkpoint and waits patiently for her agent in charge to finish talking to Joe.

Head Agent: Mr. BoXeR, we are well aware of your past services to the PWA, but your visit tonight is unexpected and thus we must make all the necessary precautions.

Joe BoXeR: I understand that, Hal. But, I urge you to check with Mrs. Seldon.

Lisa finally steps up and speaks up with a calm demeanour.

Lisa Seldon: Yes, everyone check with me! No really though, it’s fine. Why do we even have security checkpoints anyway? Gives people an excuse to ninja through, beating up all the guards and shit?

Lisa continues muttering away to herself and getting mostly ignored. Hal nods his head and hands over Joe's briefcase, which Joe wouldn't let Hal open and search through. Joe walks up to Lisa and they shake hands. Joe and Lisa make their way into the office area of the US Bank Arena. The PWA Camera crew follows them relentlessly, and they finally make their way to the GM's office.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is going on here, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know, Brian. Whatever it is, Lisa has no problem with us getting a bird's eye view, that's for sure.

Yes, Lisa is well aware of the camera and currently has no worry. But, that's about to change. Lisa sits down at her desk while Joe lays his briefcase on desk. He pops it open, but Lisa can't see inside.

Joe BoXeR: Lisa. We get along fairly well. Despite your relation to Alex Haley, the only thing you two share is unrivalled tenacity and drive in whatever goals you set before yourselves. I have always admired you, while I despise everything Alex stood for. I hope you believe me when I say that is where I draw the line between you two.

Lisa tilts her head to the side.

Lisa Seldon: I suppose that’s one way to put it. So… do you want something then?

Joe takes out a piece of paper that has some kind of diagram printed on it.

Joe BoXeR: This is your current family tree.

Lisa looks it over, losing a bit of patience.

Lisa Seldon: Sure is.

Joe takes out another piece of paper, with a similar diagram. It looks a bit different, however.

Joe BoXeR: This is your real family tree.

Lisa looks it over, her eyes widen. She then smiles, though starts to look rather bemused, and tosses it back at him.

Lisa Seldon: This is a joke, right.

Joe shakes his head. He pulls out a recorder, and hits play. Lisa instantly recognizes the voices attached to the recording.

Lex Demise: I assume you know who that is?

Virus: ...Mom.

Lex Demise: Very good. She was Cindy Stevens back then. A young woman full of life and will. She lived in Devil's Tower, Wyoming...where she knew… this man. Thomas Haley –

The name strikes a chord that causes Lisa to snatch up the recorder and hit it to a stop. She then turns with a glare to the camera, snapping her fingers and ordering them out of the room. The feed cuts, and we go back ringside.

Brian Rentfro: I'm baffled.

Jon McDaniel: Shocking. Don't you see? This has to do with a connection between Lex Demise and the Engel family. And if that's the case? Lisa Seldon shares that same connection too. Fans, we'll get you more details as the situation unfolds, but we have another match to get to!

Chamelion vs Ice Tank

Pick Your Poison Match

Eric Emerson announces first Icetank, who comes to the ring with David Blazenwing. They talk before Blazenwing leaves and Icetank awaits his opponent. Moments later, Emerson announces Chamelion, who walks confidently down to the ring, giving Icetank a cold look before sliding inside. Both men stare silently at each other as the ref explains the rules. Satisfied they’re ready, the ref calls for the bell.

The bell rings to signal the start of the match. Pacing towards Chamelion, Icetank snarls while Chamelion playfully steps backwards, leading Icetank towards the ropes. Icetank goes for a lock up but immediately Chamelion sidesteps and gets behind him and locks him up from behind. Chamelion lifts up and instead of nailing some form of suplex, he uses his hand and forces Icetank face first down to the mat with amazing impact! Icetank’s head snaps on contact as Chamelion just looks down, sharing his Cheshire Grin before grabbing Icetank and lifting him back to his feet.

Chamelion fires Icetank into the corner with a lot of force. Icetank hits the corner and comes stumbling out. Chamelion runs in with a shoulder block, but Icetank wraps him up and nails a leg and arm capture suplex out of nowhere. Icetank sits up and tries to catch his breath. Icetank brings Chamelion up to his knees and starts to pepper the Devious One with kicks to the chest. Icetank yanks Chamelion forward and locks him in a front facelock. Chamelion sensing what is about to happen starts to power up, pushing Icetank back towards the ropes. Chamelion has Icetank against the ropes and the ref forces Icetank to let go for the headlock. As Icetank lets go, Chamelion fires a boot to Icetank’s midsection! Chamelion nails a vicious Over the Head Suplex that sends Icetank high in the air before he crashes onto the mat!

Icetank rolls to all fours and tries to get up. As he does that Chamelion leaps in the air and drops a huge leg across Icetank’s back and shoulders. Icetank goes flat against the mat as once again gets up and goes to pick Icetank up. Chamelion with a big knee to bend Icetank over. Single arm DDT puts Icetank back on the canvas.. Timing himself, Chamelion comes off the ropes as Icetank gets to one knee. Icetank looks up and has his head nearly taken off with a well placed big boot from Chamelion! Chamelion picks up Icetank and places him against the ropes and gives the signal for one more big boot. Chamelion goes for one more big boot but Icetank drops down while holding onto the ropes, causing Chamelion to go right over and onto the ringside floor! Wobbling back and forth, Icetank holds onto the rope before dropping down and rolling out of the ring. Icetank stalks Chamelion for a moment before punt kicking him right into the ribs! Icetank lifts him up and rams him back first into the guard railing. Icetank lifts Chamelion up in a bear hug and spins him around and rams him back first into the ring apron this time.

In one smooth motion, Icetank steps back and nails a side kick to Chamelion’ rib. Chamelion bends over and Icetank starts to fire knees into the rib area! Chamelion uses his free hand to push back as he holds his ribs. Icetank rushes back in and Chamelion kicks him back trying to protect his ribs. Icetank wary of the pushing and kicking, fakes a lunge which Chamelion kicks his feet out. This time Icetank sidesteps and nails a roundhouse kick that catches Chamelion off guard. Icetank grabs Chamelion and whips him into the steel steps. Icetank rolls into the ring and rolls out in order to break the count. Icetank measures Chamelion up, who is still laid up against the steel steps. Icetank rushes in, but Chamelion moves at the last second and Icetank connects with empty steel. Icetank turns around and is leveled from a brutal looking clothesline. Chamelion rolls back in the ring holding his ribs, trying to get the air back in his lungs as Icetank slowly starts to stir outside of the ring. Icetank crawls back into the ring only to be met with three solid kicks to his side. Chamelion pretty much stomps Icetank back into the corner. Icetank tries to cover up and Chamelion just breaks through his guard with a knee to the face. As he winches in pain Chamelion lifts Icetank up against the turnbuckle!

Chamelion fires a back elbow into the face of Icetank before flinging him into the other corner. Icetank slumps in the ring as Chamelion rushes in with a full head of steam. BIG TIME SPLASH!!! Icetank stumbles out of the corner and Chamelion cocks back and nails Icetank with a huge right handed haymaker which takes Icetank off his feet! Chamelion grabs Icetank and picks him up. Chamelion lifts Icetank up and brings him down with a picture perfect scoop slam. Chamelion clutches his ribs…he has been able to out power Icetank but it’s hurting him to do so. Icetank cradles up on his back as Chamelion starts to approach him! Chamelion goes to grab Icetank’s leg, but Icetank catches him in the ribs. As Chamelion steps back Icetank hops up and quickly shoots for the legs, nailing a double leg takedown. Icetank quickly works his way up until his is straddling Chamelion’ stomach and stars to rain down lefts, rights, elbows and forearms, dazing the Devious One.

Icetank goes for a haymaker of his own and Chamelion uses the swing to wrap his arm around Icetank’s neck. Sleeper hold! Icetank struggles but drops to his knees! The ref checks the arm twice before Icetank begins to slowly makes his way to his knees while Chamelion still has the hold secured.. Icetank stands, with Chamelion hanging off his feet! Chamelion is mumbling something to Icetank as he is virtually choking the life out of him. The ref yells at Chamelion to let go but Chamelion brushes the ref aside! Chamelion mouths the words ok and with vicious force plants Icetank into the mat with a variation of the Skull Crushing Finale. He then covers Icetank.




Chamelion shakes his head as he lifts Icetank once again off the mat but Icetank kicks at his ribs and wraps his legs around Chamelion’ arm and start to lean back in a hanging armbar. Chamelion gasps in pain as Icetank leans back and starts to fire kicks at Chamelion’s ribs every chance he gets. The ref is checking in on Chamelion, who waves him off viciously. Chamelion breaks the hold and knees Icetank in the stomach but Icetank throws a wicked punch and Chamelion falls to his side on the canvas. Icetank rolls on top for the pin.




Icetank stands and then nails a brutal looking STO. Icetank slowly gets up and reaches for Chamelion. He picks him up and flings him into the corner. Chamelion comes out of the corner and Icetank goes for the belly to belly, but his back hurts too much for him to nail the move. Out of frustration, Icetank kicks Chamelion in the ribs again, and bring him down to one knee. Icetank comes off the ropes for a boot to the head, but Chamelion pop lifts Icetank up and drives him down with a spinebuster. You can see the pain from nailing the move on Chamelion’ face, but he still has the wits about him to drape an arm over Icetank’s body. The ref drops down and goes for the pin count.




Slowly both men rise, looking at each other with a tinge of respect. Icetank puts his all strength behind him and throws the first punch. Chamelion sways to one side and fires a shot back in response. The two begin to fire shots back and forth with Icetank first getting in two then three clean shots before Chamelion returns, starting to get the upper hand. Icetank swings wild and Chamelion catches it flush on the chin and goes down to one knee again. Icetank hits the ropes one more time, not noticing that Chamelion went from one knee into a 3 point stance. As Icetank comes off the ropes he is nearly folded in half as he was nailed with a powerful spear. Icetank rolls from the power of the impact as Chamelion grabs his ribs again, the pain excruciating. Rising, Chamelion says this is enough and with Icetank using the ropes to climb, Chamelion shuffles forward and launches his trademark kick just as Icetank turns.


The S.O.S. connects and Icetank crumbles, Chamelion drops and hooks both legs to assure the pin and the ref counts.





Chamelion crawls to his feet, holding his ribs and acknowledges Icetank with a nod. The ref raises his hand, but Chamelion snatches it away as it hurts his ribs. Leaving the ring, Chamelion heads to the back while Icetank rubs his jaw and accepts the outcome.

Access Denied!

The camera shifts to the parking lot of Cincinnati’s U.S. Bank Arena, the venue for tonight’s Chaos broadcast. We find two members of security standing in front of the employee entrance, apparently blocking entrance to the members of Femme Fatale, Emily Corlen and Katie James.

Security One: Look, ladies, I wish we could help you. But I told you already, you’re not on the entry list. I can’t let you in.

Emily Corlen: WE ARE PWA EMPLOYEES! This is ri-Goddamn-diculous! LET US IN!

Security Two: Ma’am, we’re gonna have to ask both you to leave.

Katie Blazenwing: Just because we’re not on tonight’s card, you’re not going to let us in?

Security One: Ladies, we’re going to give you three seconds to walk away, or else we have been authorized to use force.

Emily Corlen: I’d like to see you try, jackass!

The first security guard, at hearing this, starts to take a step in Emily’s direction. Before he can shift his weight forward, however, a hand appears on his shoulder. The man turns around and finds himself staring into the face of David Blazenwing.

David Blazenwing: Hey, Jimmy. Long time no see!

Security One: Well, I’ll be damned… David Blazenwing! I thought the BWF closed?

David Blazenwing: It did. I’m with PWA now, actually… and these two girls are with me. Do me a solid, I need them inside.

Security One: Anything for you, man. How’s the wife and kid?

David Blazenwing: Can’t complain.

Security One: A’right, man. You take care, ok? And get BWF up and running, I miss being backstage with you crazy bastards!

David smirks as the two security guards part and the girls, glaring at them, walk inside to join David. The doors close behind them as the three of them start walking.

Emily Corlen: How on Earth do you know some random security guard from Cincinnati?

David Blazenwing: BWF ran a bunch of shows in Ohio back in the day, this guy and his company take care of pretty much all the wrestling shows in the state.

Katie James: I still don’t get why all of these security guards won’t let us in.

David Blazenwing: I have a hunch.

The trio stop at a Xeroxed flyer on the wall. It shows the faces of both Emily and Katie, with “Sorry kids you can’t work tonight since I gave all your air time to Kalis. Lol.” plastered beneath their pictures. Emily grabs the flyer off the wall and scowls.

Emily Corlen: By order of… that Goddamned bitch.

Katie James: Lisa?

Emily Corlen: Lisa.

Katie James: Now what?

Emily Corlen: We’re going to the ring. This ends tonight.

Emily and Katie both head off in the direction of the ring as David watches.

David Blazenwing: Uh, I got a… match… and yeah. Good luck, girls. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!

David chuckles and heads off towards his locker room as the camera shifts back to ringside.

Jon McDaniel: What do you suppose that is all about?

Brian Rentfro: No idea. It’s not like Lisa to just ban somebody from the premises though… usually she’d just bash their head in with some blunt object, I imagine.

Suddenly, the PioneerTron comes to life as “Wretches and Kings” by Linkin Park hits the P.A. “FEMME FATALE” can be seen on the Tron in big letters as Emily and Katie walk out onto the stage, clearly perturbed. They walk down to the ring with purpose and Katie slides inside as Emily walks over to the timekeeper and grabs a mic. She slides into the ring as well and the music fades as Emily leans against the ropes.

Emily Corlen: Alright, enough is enough. Katie and I haven’t been booked to wrestle in a match in nearly a month. We’ve missed two, count it, TWO pay-per-view events and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be kept off of any more shows, especially with Genesis coming up. So, Lisa, if you have a problem with us, why don’t you come out here and face us like the man you undoubtedly are?

The girls wait. No response.

Emily Corlen: Oh, come on, now. Don’t tell me the great Lisa Seldon is afraid of Femme Fatale? Our little well-publicized back and forth last week, you were full of piss and vinegar, and now, you’re chickening out like a little bitch? I’ll wait a little longer. For your sake, you’d better be in the little girl’s room.

Emily and Katie watch the entryway intently, and eventually manage to provoke Fear of Dying onto the sound system. Lisa Seldon is quick to follow, and, considering the direction of the night, looks less than impressed.

Emily Corlen: Alright, FINE. If you won’t come to us, then we’ll come to you. Get ready for the biggest beatdown of your entire life, Seldon!

Emily drops the mic and starts walking towards the stage. Before she can exit the ring, however, two masked figures slide into the ring behind her, each with a steel chair. Emily turns around, sensing something, and takes a steel chair shot to the head for her effort. She collapses to the mat as the two masked figures stand over her. Katie, meanwhile, is in the far corner, worriedly watching the proceedings.

Jon McDaniel: What in the hell? Who’s that?

Almost as if to answer Jon’s question, the two figures pull their masks off…

Brian Rentfro: No way!

Jon McDaniel: Jen Corlen-Blazenwing and Sarah James! What in the hell is going on?!

The crowd boos loudly as Jen and Sarah turn to Katie, who steps forward, still looking a little unsure. The two women walk over to Katie, each raising one of her arms.

Brian Rentfro: Is this… Bound by Blood? Are they back?

Jon McDaniel: It sure looks that way, Brian!

Jen picks up the mic dropped by Emily and chuckles.

Jen Blazenwing: Oh, my dear, sweet sister. Did you think we forgot about you? Whose idea did you think it was to call you back into action before you were fully healed? I knew you would accept… you’re too prideful not to.

The crowd continues booing.

Jen Blazenwing: It was a perfect plan… Sarah pretends to be injured, Katie pretends to be your tag team partner - we’re sorry for putting you through that, by the way, Katie, dear, but you’ve been a real trooper! - and we wait for the opportune moment to strike, and take you down once and for all.

Jen walks over to Emily’s body, then lifts her head up before placing her steel chair underneath it.

Jen Blazenwing: And so, Emily, with this, Bound by Blood takes the first shot. Come the 15th, you’re going to get your ass handed to you by the woman you thought you could trust, our dear Katie, and at Genesis, you face all three of us in a Three-on-One Handicap Match, with the losing side - that will be you, by the way - being fired.

Jen takes a step back and motions to Sarah, who holds her chair out for Katie to grab. Katie looks at it, then down at Emily, who still hasn’t moved since the first chair shot. After a few tense moments of Katie staring at the chair, Jen loses her cool and grabs it from Sarah’s hands, then runs to the ropes, rebounding off them before leaping into the air and coming down with a massive con-chair-to, sandwiching Emily’s skull between the duo of steel chairs! The crowd boos loudly as Jen stands up, holding the mic to her lips.

Jen Blazenwing: You were NEVER worthy, Emily. I denounce you as a sister, and I denounce you as a member of Bound by Blood. Come Genesis, you’ll be out of our hair forever, and we can return to our mission of dominating the PWA once again! Oh, and one last thing… Lisa had nothing to do with keeping you out of the arenas. That was all us. As for her rant against you last week, well, who can blame her? You ARE worthless, and I can’t wait to show the world who the real dominant sister in this family is.

The crowd boos louder than ever as “Make Some Noise” by Krystal Meyers hits the P.A. and the three woman leave the ring. Katie stops to look back at Emily, but Sarah pulls her arm and she finally follows up the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: We might need medical assistance out here… what a despicable act by Jen and Bound by Blood, turning on one of their own like that, and for what? I hope we get more answers on this subject soon!

David Blazenwing vs Mark McNasty

Pick Your Poison Match

The match starts at a fast pace. These two make it no secret they aren't fans of each other. Blazenwing gets the early upper hand when McNasty goes for the M&M (Super Reverse DDT), only for Blazenwing to scoop him up onto his shoulders, walk to the ropes, and connect with The Slingshot Special. A quick raised arm to the crowd before Blazenwing goes to pick up McNasty. He gets a thumb to the eye for his trouble. More back and forth between the two. Blazenwing gets McNasty down with a hard punch before walking to the turnbuckle. He climbs up, taking a second to smile at some young fans in the front row. However, its a second too long as McNasty bolts up off the mat, jumps on the second rope, and smiles at Dave as he turns back around. McNasty decks Blazenwing in the face before connecting with the Totally Nasty (Jumping DDT off the top turnbuckle). McNasty jumps onto the top rope, spins, and goes for the Malicious Intent (Shooting Star Press). However, Blazenwing gets his knees up. McNasty shoots off Blazenwing, holding his gut and kicking his legs. Blazenwing drops an elbow on the back of McNasty's head and covers.



McNasty rolls out of the ring and turns away. Blazenwing won't let the match slow though, and walks over. He leans over the ropes and grabs at McNasty's hair. McNasty turns on a dime though, swats his hand away, and grabs his legs. McNasty pulls and Blazenwing ends up on his back. In one fluid motion, McNasty jumps on the turnbuckle, jumps onto the top rope, and nails a Malicious Intent!




McNasty sits up, looking surprised. He pulls Blazenwing up and throws him to the ropes. McNasty goes for a clothesline, but Blazenwing ducks. McNasty goes for a boot, but Blazenwing stops, grabs McNasty's leg, and shoves him hard. McNasty stumbles back, trips, and lands on his butt. Blazenwing takes a moment to smile as McNasty quickly stands up, shades of red.

McNasty stands up and rushes Dave. He connects with a flying lariet. McNasty signals Blazenwing to stand, and when he does, McNasty goes for the Lights Out. Blazenwing ducks! McNasty, surprised, turns right into The Full Effect (Sweet Chin Music)! Blazenwing dives and lays himself across McNasty.




Blazenwing looks shocked, but doesn't waste time. Blazenwing pulls McNasty up and connects with The Blazen Bomb (Jackknife Powerbomb). McNasty folks like an accordion and Blazenwing lies on the folded up McNasty.




Blazenwing stands triumphant as McNasty lies out cold in the middle of the ring.

Silent Props to South Dakota

The camera fades in on Teresa Quaranta, backstage and still stretching out her sore neck. Bud Adams enters the frame, microphone in hand, smiling, but not in a way that detract from how serious this situation is.

Bud Adams: I'm here tonight with Teresa Quaranta, #1 contender for the PWA championship. Earlier tonight, we saw you take a devastating Divine Right, so what kind of condition are you in?

Teresa smiles sheepishly before rumbling through her hair and leaning down to answer.

Teresa Quaranta: Well, it still hurts, but its more of I-slept-on-the-sofa-again hurt and not a rush-me-to-the-hospital hurt. I've been in way, way worse. Being number one contender, its been a wild trip. I'm almost glad Simon Kalis is out pretending like I don't exist because suddenly everyone wants my attention. David Blazenwing wants my attention, Marvin Wood, Riona - and of course we can't forget Karina.

She points to her neck and makes a face and the crowd boos.

Teresa Quaranta: Now Karina used to be a very good friend of mine. But you know how sometimes in life, your priorities change? And the people you thought were your buddies start to resent it? Well sometimes you stop wanting to kick people in the spine while cackling manically and stuff like this happens.

She sighs, and then her expression turns into something a little more serious.

Teresa Quaranta: But if she thinks that she can come to PWA and run roughshod over it, she has a completely different think coming her way. Any other questions?

Bud shakes his head, and Teresa pats him on the shoulder and leaves.

Bud Adams: Back to Jon and Brian at ringside.

Riona Langly vs The Redeemer

Singles Match

Precision Power and Tenacity were the key elements in this next match in the on-going struggle between Duff Cote d’Ivore (appearing tonight as the Redeemer) and Riona Langly. It was Redeemer who would be running things tonight, making a point of smashing Riona over and over, but Langly refused to lay down and struck back where she could.

The power attacks of Redeemer began to ware Langly down but just not enough to put her away, which in turn began to make Redeemer frustrated, to the point where he attempted to end it all with a Homicide Daydream off the ropes. Riona looked in trouble, but the added elevation allowed her to catch a Hurricanrana out of air and send Redeemer across the ring. Riona was staggered but Redeemer is slow to his feet, allowing Riona to chase him down and score with the Roaring Elbow. Redeemer staggered into the ropes and back, allowing Riona to catch him in a Small Package for the pin.

Riona managed to hold onto the three and then jump from the ring as soon as Redeemer broke free. He looked incensed and took it up with the ref, but the decision was final and Riona got the win. The referee then followed her to the floor to raise her hand, but as she fell to one knee, Riona looked anything but a winner.

Winner: Riona Langly

Rayn vs Marxx

Crimson Cup Match

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.

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

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

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

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

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow lock up, Rayn with a go behind into a waist lock. Rayn slaps Marxx in the back of the head but Marxx spins around with a right hand sending Rayn stumbling back from the impact of the blow. Rayn backs up against the ropes, comes charging back at Marxx, who sends Rayn up and over to slam back first on the canvas. Marxx off the ropes quickly dropping a knee onto canvas as Rayn just barely avoids the drop. Rayn back up to his feet lashes out with a side kick, but Marxx catches the foot, Rayn with an enzeguri; Marxx ducks under sending a clothesline to the back of Rayn's head as he continues to hold the foot.

Jon McDaniel: Both men exchanging quick moves here.

Brian Rentfro: Bring out some blood Rayn!

Rayn seens to hear as he turns slamming a brass knuckled fist into Marxx's face sending him back vertical and against the ropes. Rayn lunges at Marxx sending him up and over with a running knuckled punch to the forhead. Marxx lands on his back, quickly rolling away from the ring to avoid any high flying attack from Rayn. Daniel hits the opposite corner, running across ring and up the turnbuckle diving out towards Marxx, who is getting up to his feet and slams into him with a death defying cross body to the outside!

Brian Rentfro:That right there is what I'm talking about!

Jon McDaniel: Daniel Kalis has no problems putting his body on the line for a bit of damage to his opponent.

Rayn rolls up to his feeet, bringing up an electrical cord up with him before wrapping it securely around Marxx's throat. Marxx fires a back elbow into Rayn's ribcage loosening the hold, but the second one breaks the hold as well as Rayn's lip for good measure. Marxx is up to his feet, leaping onto the railing before back flipping and sending his feet slamming into Daniel's face. Rayn falls back, holding at his lip, but seems to be smiling through the blood and small amount of pain. Marxx wipes the blood from his eyes and pulls Rayn up to a kneeling position. Marxx places a knee behind Rayn's head falling forward to slam his face into the mat on the outside. Marxx begins to tear up the padding, exposing the hard concrete below before pulling Marxx back up as well. Daniel throws a right hand into Marxx's midsection, but he absorbs the blow slamming a knee upwards into his face before whipping him into the railing. Rayn leaps up to the railing, spinning around with a roundhouse kick aimed right at Marxx's face. Marxx ducks under catching Rayn on his shoulders, dropping him chest first onto the concrete.

Jon McDaniel: It looked for a minute there that Rayn had gotten the advantage back.

Brian Rentfro: He'll not only get the advantage back, but will win the match!

Marxx pulls himself up, walking over to Rayn and proceeds to pull him up as well. Daniel with a shot onto Marxx's thigh and then a double rapid fire shot to the other thigh has Marxx leaning up against the railing. Rayn with a hand stand into a leg lariat takes Marxx over the railing to the fans' side of the protection. Daniel throws a fist right into the face of Marxx before lifting him up and dropping him onto a quickly vacated set of steel chairs.

Brian Rentfro: Rayn fixing to take a seat here.

Jon McDaniel: And not in a good way.

Rayn lifts a chair up over his head, bringing it down across Marxx's chest and then his face. Daniel climbs on top of another chair, jumping down and bringing his leg across Marxx's throat. Rayn smiles as he gets Marxx up to a standing position, sending a steel chair shot into the back of his skull in an effort to get him back towards the ring. Marxx stumbles down onto one knee, Rayn bending to pick him up. Marxx sends a glass of beer right into his face and Marxx leaps over the railing, bringing Rayn's throat down across the railing.

Brian Rentfro: What an illegal move!

Jon McDaniel: No rules in this type of match Brian, anything is fair game.

Brian Rentfro: Even guns?

Jon McDaniel: Except guns.

Brian Rentfro: Chainsaws?

Jon McDaniel: Can't use those either.

Brian Rentfro: Flame throwers?

Jon McDaniel: Doubt it.

Brian Rentfro: Nail gun?

Jon McDaniel: During this idiotic exchange from my partner, the two men are back in the ring and Daniel Kalis has Marxx backed up against the ropes.

Brian Rentfro: Are you calling yourself an idiot?

Marxx is backed against the ropes by Rayn, Marxx blocks and fires off a right hand of his own!

The fans cheer Marxx on with a "Lets Go Marxx!" Chant.

Jon McDaniel: Rayn with a low blow gets the advantage.

Brian Rentfro: No rules in this type of match Jon, if I do remember you saying that earlier.

The fans boo as Rayn nails a second low blow for good measure and to make sure that Marxx stays down for a bit longer.

The fans erupt again with a "Lets Go Marxx" chant, trying to get their favored competitor back into the match and he is going to definitely need it after two low blows. Daniel lifts Marxx up onto his shoulders for a fireman's carry slam, but decides to do it from the top rope instead!

Jon McDaniel: Rayn looking to inflict more damage here.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx is out cold, destroy him and when he wakes up, he'll feel the pain! He's putty in your hands!

Indeed he is as Marxx isn't moving at all here on the shoulders of Rayn. Rayn leaps out towards center ring, Marxx counter s with a tornado DDT! Rayn's head goes through the steel chair he was aiming to send Marxx through!

Brian Rentfro: Damn Marxx!

Jon McDaniel: Neither man is moving, Rayn because of his head shot and Marxx because of the double low blow.

Brian Rentfro: As you say they aren't moving, they slowly begin to stir, isn't that the way it always goes?

Both men clamber back to their feet as Marxx quickly dives behind Rayn before lifting Rayn up and hitting an atomic drop. Rayn staggers off in some discomfort, now knowing the effect that he caused Marxx earlier in the match.

Brian Rentfro: Oh My GAWD!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx with a bulldog through the middle and top rope fans!

Brian Rentfro: Marxx just drilled Rayn face first onto the concrete floor, and Kalis is bleeding from the nose!

The fans nearby see the blood and let out a cheer, but Marxx is already on the assault. He assumes a mounted position astride the chest of Rayn and begins wailing down fiery
fists of fury. Kalis with a jab in the eye, gets the angry Marxx off his chest. Rayn takes the opportunity to push Marxx away before climbing back to his feet. Rayn takes a moment to grab a steel chair from under the ring along the way. Marxx gets back to a vertical base--CHAIR SHOT BY Rayn! But Marxxis still standing. Kalis rams
the chair into the ribs of Marxx, doubling him over before THROWING Marxx HEADLONG INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Jon McDaniel: Rayn definitely on the offense now, but both men are seemingly pouring blood out of their bodies.

Brian Rentfro: Well Marxx is because Rayn is DA! MAN!

Kalis picks up another chair from the floor, and throws it into the ring as he makes his way over to where Marxx is laid out on the outside.
With his hands around the neck of his opponent, Daniel Kalis lifts his prone foe up and rolls him into the ring before
finally going for the cover...



Kick-out at two!

Jon McDaniel: That was a close call, a bit of a fast count from Dwayne Cross if you ask me.

Brian Rentfro: Good thing no one did then.

Rayn, looking down at Marxx stands up, setting the chair up as well. Marxx is still
down as Rayn sets him up for "X Marxx the Spot."

Brian Rentfro: Another X Marxx the Spot!, pun intended!

NO! REVERSAL INTO A FACECRUSHER! Marxx hurries back to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up before
making a beeline for the chair. He quickly grabs it up as Kalis gets back up


Brian Rentfro: Come on ref, do something!

Jon McDaniel: You were just say... nevermind.

Rayn is still standing, and concious enough as he catches the chair that Marxx throws at him. Marxx with a dropkick driving the chair right into Rayn's face! Rayn falls over the top rope and to the outside of the ring!

Jon McDaniel: These two are going at it like monkeys after a banana.

Brian Rentfro: Monkeys after a banana?

Jon McDaniel: Well when it came time to say what it was like, I had a Brian Rentfro moment.

Brian Rentfro: What do you mean?

Jon McDaniel: I couldn't think.
Marxxis standing tall in the ring as he wipes the blood from his forehead. The fans are cheering him on as he rolls out of the ring, on the opposite side because they know he's going to get more weapons. Another pinfall attempt by



Jon McDaniel: And Marxx kicks out!

A frustrated Rayn unleashes a series of punches to the cranium of his opponent, drawing yet more blood as the crowd are rallying behind Marxx with a "Lets Go Marxx!" chant.

Brian Rentfro: I wish they'd just shut up, it isn't going to do any good.

Jon McDaniel: They've helped him so far.

Rayn picks Marxx up to his feet. He sends Marxxagainst the ropes with an Irish whip Marxx comes back with a Lou Thesz press!

One punch!

Two Punches!

Three punches

And Marxx goes for a headbutt!

Rayn pushes Marxx away before he can do any real damage, again both men scramble back to their feet. Kalis swings with a clothesline but Marxx ducks under. Marxx with a boot to the gut. DDT on the chair!

Cover by Marxx!




Kickout by Rayn!

Brian Rentfro: What a fast count, luckily Rayn was coherent enough to notice!

Jon McDaniel: If anything, it was a very slow count.

Marxx is going for the table! He's got to figure out a way of getting back
into this match and the ol' table in the corner is a sure fire way to do just that. He drags Rayn back up to his feet. Marxx locks Rayn in the position for for the Jagerbomb!





Kickout by Rayn!

Jon McDaniel: Jagerbomb through the table and a close call for both men, one to survive for the second round, the other out of the tournament.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx throwing evry dirty trick he can think of at Rayn.

Both men scramble back to their feet, but it's Marxx who gets there first. He catches the rising Rayn with a boot to the gut, doubling the
unfan-favorite over and lifting him up for another Jagerbomb, this one onto a steel chair!

And another cover!



ThreNOO! Rayn gets the shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: What is it going to take to put either man away?

Brian Rentfro: Gold plated gun full of gold plated bullets, preferabbly 45 caliber.

Marxx stands up again, lifting Rayn back to a vertical base as well. Marxx is unsteady on his feet as Kalis charges against the ropes.

Big time lariat!
DUCKED! Bottle Buster out of nowhere!

Rayn is folded up as Marxx might have just pulled himself back into the match for good.

Marxx off the top turnbuckle with a leg drop...


Brian Rentfro: Rayn able to roll out of the way just in time!

Marxx holds at his leg as Rayn pulls himself up.

Jon McDaniel: Epiphany... connects!

Rayn with the cover.




Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and moving onto the second round of the Crimson Cup... Daniel "Rayn" Kalis!

Enika Engel vs Hikari Yurei

PWA TV title & Crimson Cup Match

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen it’s now time for our main event. And since I’m talking to you, you can probably guess I’m about to be joined by Lisa Seldon.

Lisa Seldon: My reputation proceeds.

Jon McDaniel: So Lisa, since we have you out here, what was in the briefcase that Joe Boxer brought to you earlier in the night?

Lisa Seldon: You know, personal organiser, itinerary, documents, sandwich, all the usual things.

Brian Rentfro: Important documents?

Lisa Seldon: Probably.

Brian Rentfro: Maybe about family connections and things? Names and dates that ring a bell?

Lisa Seldon: Oh, what, about my family? My horrible family that mutilates and molests people? You wanna get into that?

Jon McDaniel: Probably not, no.

Lisa Seldon: I know I don't. Lets just get to the whole wrestling thing we’ve got going here. I want to see some people get flayed.

The cameras pan the ringside area to show a number of tables have been left, leaning up against the ring and the crowd barrier that are all wrapped in barbed wire.

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for TWO falls and will be a two out of three falls barbed wire tables match for the PWA Television title and advancement in the CRIMSON UP!

"Chop Suey" by System of a Down hits as Hikari Yurei steps out from behind the curtains to applause from the fans.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first! He weighs in at 175 pounds and stands in at 5 feet and 11 inches tall...

Hikari raises his arms and tilts his head back.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Tibet, by way of Sydney, Australia!

He jumps up and brings his arms down and pyros explode behind him and he gets a huge pop from the crowd.

Eric Emerson: He is... HIKARI YUREI!

Hikari bolts down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of cheering fans as he circles the ring in a sprint before hopping onto the apron and springboarding himself into the ring. He throws his Fedora to a cheering fan and takes off his trench coat, leaving him in dress pants, black boots and a long sleeved wooly sweater which is connected to the cloth that is his mask.

Lisa Seldon: I hope he wins. Actually that’s a lie, I don’t care if he wins, I just hope he opens up an artery and she bleeds to death. But if she does that, falls on top of him and then eliminates him, I won’t really mind.

Brian Rentfro: Still not friends then?

Lisa Seldon: I don’t trust any of these Exit Music scumbags, because the minute you take your eye off them they run up and try to stab you in the back. I’m not going to get burned like that again.

Jon McDaniel: Are you talking about the attack by Pain?

Brian Rentfro: Looked to me a lot like he was going after Enika and you got stuck in the way.

Lisa Seldon: I’m sure it did, and I should probably say sorry for having ever doubted them. And then that hopped up little midget fuck with try and pull out my eyes again. It’s their fault he’s even here, whether they meant it or not.

Eric Emerson: Introducing next, the CHAMPION!

### You my friend, you're a lot like them...###
### But I caught your lie, and you know I did... ###

As soon as the opening verse kicks in, she makes her way down the entrance ramp...

### Now I'm lost in you... ###
### Like I always do... ###

She keeps going until she reaches the bottom, her eyes now taken away from the fans, and aimed down towards the ring, she pauses for a moment....

### And I'll die to win... ###
### Because I'm born to lose!###

As soon as the chorus gets ready to kick in, large pink blasts of pyro begin firing behind her, her budget a little more substantial since the last time she was around for this song and dance...

### Firefly! ###

She throws her head back (thus removing the hood from her head and in turn revealing a white skull cap underneath) and sways her shoulders before throwing a balled fist into the air, cueing a few more blasts of pink from behind her. The ring announcer drowns out the lyrics...

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Charleston, West Virginia - she is the Pioneer Wrestling Association TELEVISION CHAMPION - she is The FIREFLY.... ENIKAAA... ENGGGELLLL!!!!

She quickly makes her way from the bottom of the ramp, to the ring apron itself...

### Could you shine your light?###
### Now I learn your ways, 'cause they're just like mine. ###

### Now I'm justified, ###
### As I Fall In Line ###
Which leads to her non-chalantly lifting herself up and rolling under the bottom rope, before springing back to her feet via kip-up.
### And it's hard to try ###
### When they're open wide! ###
She goes to the bottom set of ropes, and leans over, pointing to a few of her friends in the front row - giving them and the camera man a bright, white, gorgeous smile. She soon retreats to her corner.


Hikari rushes from his corner, Enika rushes from hers! Hikari lands a missile dropkick hard on Enika but she quickly rolls away and is back on her feet in no time. Enika quickly unleashes a fury of swift punches and kicks. She punches Hikari across the left cheek, swiftly lashes a kick to his right thigh and then elbows him across the face. Hikari stumbles back and as Enika goes for another kick he grabs her leg and spins her around before clotheslining her to the canvas. He quickly jumps onto the top rope with incredible acrobatic agility and drops down, bouncing himself off the top rope and landing a corkscrew springboard elbow drop which electrifies the fans. He jumps to his feet as Enika rubs her shoulders and gets to hers. Enika sways back and forth with her fists up as she clocks Hikari with a swift one-two combo in the head before grabbing his neck with her left arm and jumping up before smashing his head with a DDT to the canvas. She's on her feet before him and lashes out with several soccer kicks to his midsection. Finally Hikari grabs Enika's foot as it comes at him and he forces her to the mat by using his strength and size advantage on her.

Jon McDaniel: Enika putting the boots to Hikari early on but he fights her off.

Brian Rentfro: So what are you doing out here anyway. Aren’t most people around here trying to kill you?

Lisa Seldon: Probably. I don’t really care. If they want to try then they all know where to find me, but I wouldn’t really recommend it. All that would happen is I’d need to find this place some new employees on my way out.

He rolls himself onto her leg as it comes at him, putting her down and then he locks in a weird submission move. He pulls her leg from her ankle and foot upwards causing tension on her knee, wrapping both his arms around it as he tries to snap her leg. He puts his back on her other leg to it down and arches his neck back. She leans up and starts wildly punching him in the chest and head to make him let go but he continues to apply pressure. She grabs onto the sweater he's wearing and pulls back, ripping it off. Hikari's caught off guard and slightly leans up allowing Enika's right leg to get free. She brings it up and back down, her heel connecting with his head. She repeats this as he tries to apply more pressure on his unorthodox submission move but it's too much and he finally releases the hold and rolls away right out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Enika breaks free but the damage is done.

Brian Rentfro: So you’re not going to be accepting the challenge thrown down by Emily earlier in the night?

Lisa Seldon: No, can't say I am, and she can call that me being a coward or whatever she likes, but really, I was just busy. I’ll think about putting her through a wall if I ever pass her in the corridor, but that’s about it. I’m pretty sure she’s getting sent packing at Genesis anyway.

Hikari goes for the tables right away now and picks one up and sets it up carefully on the outside. Enika watches him and runs back to the ropes, bouncing off and comes to the other side where Hikari is and springboards herself over the top rope! She lands with a body splash across Hikari which takes them both down, narrowley avoiding going through the table Hikari just set up. Hikari knees her in the gut as she lays on top of him, forcing her off. Enika is on her feet and immediately goes back down with a leg drop over Hikari's throat. Hikari quickly grabs onto the table he just set up and rips off a chunk of barbed wire which cuts through his leather gloves and makes his hands bleed. Enika is on her feet as he wraps the barbed wire around his leather gloved fist and he throws himself to the left towards her, and punches her with his barbed wire fist in the leg, the same leg he was working on before. She winces and stumbles back, her leg a little cut now just under the knee as Hikari gets to his feet. He clenches his fists tightly together and rushes her but she sidesteps him and whips him right into the corner post. "TING!" is the sound as his head bounces off the post and he stumbles backwards in a daze. She jumps up onto the apron, runs towards where he is and comes off with a dropkick of her own that sends Hikari over the barrier and into the crowd of fans.

Jon McDaniel: Enika Engel sends him back with that stunning dare devil Dropkick, and now we’re taking this fight into the crowd.

Lisa Seldon: Do they still search everyone for weapons? Thoroughly?

Brian Rentfro: No, only the main event superstars get away with arming up. The crowd have to leave theirs in a box by the door.

Some fans quickly help Hikari back to his feet and he thanks them but Enika is not going to relent as she grabs his head and smashes it against the barrier. Hikari slaps her fists away with his barbed wire wrapped hands and she grimaces as she steps back and holds her hands now which are cut. Hikari hops up onto the barrier and then hops off the barrier onto Enika's shoulders. He quickly launches a volley of shots to her head with his barbed wire covered fists and causes her to begin bleeding from the forehead. Before he can launch a hurricanrana Enika turns painfully with him on her shoulders and drops him face first into the table he set up!!! The table doesn't break however, instead Hikari's face is torn against the edge of it and his neck snaps back. He rolls around holding his neck as a big chunk of his mask has been ripped off by the barbed wire. Enika gets to her feet and shakes her head as she rips his sweater completely off of him, and everyone in the crowd grimaces at all the needle tracks on his back. She rips off his mask and...

Brian Rentfro: DQ!

Jon McDaniel: This is a no disqualifications match… in North America.

Hikari laughs as he has another, more form fitting Lucha mask on beneath! He kicks her from the ground in the gut and gets to his feet and hits an enziguri kick spot on to Enika's head. He grabs her before she can fall, and as his hands grip her arms they cut into them because they're covered in barbed wire. He smashes her head against the apron and then whips her towards the table he set up earlier. He takes a moment to catch his breathe and shakes off the effects he is still feeling from having his head smacked against the edge of the table. He follows her now as Enika is on her feet and grabs her from behind and slams her head against the table. He rolls her onto it, the barbed wire lightly cutting her as she rolls over onto the table. Hikari climbs up with her and lifts her up, grabbing her arms and locking them with hers as the back of her head is near his armpits against his back. He spins quickly then drops her face first through the barbed wire table! THE SALVATION!


Eric Emerson: The first fall in this match goes to HIKARI YUREI!

Brian Rentfro: Hikari Yurei scores first blood in this particularly blood match.

Lisa Seldon: Good thing she took that on her face or that could have done some real permanent, disfiguring damage.

Hikari pulls himself up out of the wreckage of that table and dusts himself off as Enika's face is completely bleeding now. She grimaces as she rolls out of the tables debris and Hikari pauses to raise his arms in the air. Enika shakes her head as she gets to her feet and rushes towards him. She tackles Hikari to the ground and begins wailing away at him with lefts and rights non stop. She even grabs his head and begins smashing it against the barely matted ground outside of the ring before smashing her own head against his. Hikari seems dazed as she grabs his mask and begins ripping it off, but he quickly reacts to this by rolling onto his shoulders with her still on top of him. He rolls himself all the way onto the back of his head, neck and shoulders with Enika on him and he launches her off of his body and into the announcers area.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen they’re fighting right by our feet!

Lisa Seldon: If she touches me I’m going to go ninjitsu on everybody.

Hikari gets to his feet but so does Enika and she grabs the bell from ringside and clutches it close to her chest so Hikari doesn't see it. As Hikari begins moving towards her, one of the friends she waved to during her entrance warns her and she spins around and clocks Hikari across the face with the ring bell. DING! He spins a full 360 and wobbles on his feet as Enika brings it up once more and smashes the ring bell over the back of his head! DING! Hikari falls to his knees and keels over forward on his hands and knees as Enika gets onto the apron in front of him and lifts the ring bell up over her head and smashes it down, throwing it at his head and he's now fully laid out. DING! Hikari is totally out of it as Enika jumps down and grabs one of the tables, setting it up just over the one Hikari used to put her through before. She picks Hikari up and smashes his head against the table one more time for good measure as she lays him out over it. She quickly gets back onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope, steadily keeping her balance and wiping some blood off of her face. She jumps off! STANDING ON THE ROOFTOPS RIGHT THROUGH HIKARI, THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TABLE!! An official at ringside quickly grabs the bell from near Enika and dings it.


Eric Emerson: The winner of the second fall, ENIKA ENGEL! Only one fall remains!

Lisa Seldon: Shitty 2003 moves named after awful emo tunes for the fall!

Brian Rentfro: You’re one to talk.

Lisa Seldon: Any more lip and I’ll be the only one here talking.

Hikari is out of it utterly as his body bleeds from a number of cuts of barbed wire. Enika smirks and begins setting up the next table, seeing her opportunity to finish Hikari off. She sets it up opposite of the where she set the last one up and drags Hikari by the legs towards it. He looks unconscious, still messed up from the repeated shots of the ring bell as Enika painfully lifts him up onto the table and rolls him on it. He lays out, still unconscience as Enika heads back onto the apron and to the top rope. Enika balances herself one more time on the top rope and jumps off! Standing on the Rooftops again! She plows through Hikari and the table with her feet and uses Hikari as a launch pad as she hops off him immediately.


Eric Emerson: Winner of the final fall and advancing in the Crimson Cup tournament, STILL PWA Television Champion... ENIKA ENGEL!

Enika has her hand raised by Dwayne Cross and the PWA TV title handed to her. She wipes blood from her face and smiles as she raises it up and the fans cheer. The Redeemer meanwhile appears from out of the crowd and climbs over the barricade. He picks Hikari up in his arms and puts him in a firemans carry and walks off with the knocked out newcomer. Enika smirks with a job well done. The fans however, seem incredibly excited about something else altogether.

Lisa Seldon: Well that’s a shame. I mean, I suppose the upside is that I can keep putting her in shitty deathmatches that’ll hopefully kill her, and then all this will just go away.

The commotion builds through the crowd until it’s up next to the announce desk, and then the fans part to let Pain slip through the gap. Lisa sees him and immediately jumps to her feet, but gets little more than an icy stare. His muscles seem to tense at the sight of her and his grip tightens on the frame of a steel chair, but he manages to pull himself together and stalks toward the ring. Lisa slumps back into her chair.

Brian Rentfro: You believe me now?

Pain slips into the ring behind Enika, who is slow to turn at the sound. She then locks eyes with Pain, but never gets a chance to react as he leaps forward and buries the chair deep into her skull. Her head ricochets from the force, and she slowly slumps to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Aren’t you going to do anything? Isn’t anyone going to help her?

Lisa Seldon: What, against the little goblin they brought in way back to try and kill me? No I kinda don’t think this is my problem.

Jon McDaniel: That wasn’t even anything to do with Enika!

Lisa Seldon: On the other hand, I feel like I owe Rain there a favour. I hear he wants to die, which I think is something I can help him out with.

Lisa drops her headset and makes for the ring. Meanwhile Pain has Enika down but struggles to follow up as he sinks to his knees, clawing at his head and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Brian Rentfro: Starting to get weird, Jon.

Pain finally drags himself back off the mat only to be taken down by a knee in the back of the head. He rolls over onto his back but gets set upon by Lisa, who balls up her fists and drives an Axe-Handle smash into his face. She then hammers him with Elbows while Pain struggles over whether or not to fight back.

Jon McDaniel: All hell is breaking loose. Security need to clear this ring.

Lisa jumps back to her feet and stamps on his face, but that’s the last hit she gets before she’s crushed from behind by a chair, swung into the back of her head by Emily Corlen. She already looks a little beaten up from this evening, but that doesn’t stop her exacting a measure of revenge where she can. She spits down on Lisa then turns to Pain, who is now back on his feet and glaring down at Lisa, wanting to maim her so badly… and yet he can’t. In frustration he picks up the chair again, swings it toward Enika and buries it in the back of her skull, crushing against the mat twice over, before throwing it aside. He then leaps from the ring as security makes their way in.

Brian Rentfro: On time as usual boys!

With security and medial staff swarming the ring, Emily decides to take her leave, allowing EMTs to make their way to Lisa. She eventually staggers back to her feet though and pushing them aside to take a look at Enika before jumping out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: So first she comes out all moody, defames Enika there and now wants to see if she’s alright?

Jon McDaniel: I’m guessing whatever was in that briefcase has her spinning in circles.

Brian Rentfro: Though in an entirely different way to how Emily just made her.

Lisa cradles her head and takes a look back at the ring, watching as EMTs begin trying to attach a neck brace to Enika as a precaution.

Jon McDaniel: Well folks this is… let’s just cut to commercial so we can get the camera crew out of the way.

The Comeuppance!


Jon McDaniel: I thought we could go a whole show without really seeing him but alas...

"Paradise Lost" by Hollywood Undead hits over the speakers and the crowd immediately begins to boo.

Brian Rentfro: ALL HAIL KALIS!

Kalis steps out from behind the curtains and waves with a smile, the PWA World title snug over his shoulder as he begins walking down to the ring. A few diehard Kalis fans scream and cheer but 95% of the arena boos loudly. Kalis climbs up the ringsteps and enters the ring as Emerson hands him the microphone.


The crowd BOOS very loudly and Simon begins laughing.

Jon McDaniel: We're not in Los Angeles...

Brian Rentfro: I think he knows that, Jon.

Simon Kalis: It's good to be here, on PWA Tuesday Night CHAOS!!!

There's a mixed reaction. The crowd booing Simon but cheering for the overall show.

Simon Kalis: And I suppose that's what I'm here to remind everyone about. Chaos. Chaos. CHAOS! You see... I know I'm responsible for a lot of things here in the PWA. A lot of animosity, all out aftershocks. Chamelion and Hayes was an aftermath of what I've done. Teresa Quaranta coming to the PWA at the call of Lisa Seldon to protect Lisa from me? Was an aftershock of what I did. Hell, Rayn coming to the PWA was an aftershock of me just being here! I have been the guiding force in the PWA for a long time. I am the grand director! Everyone has played my game and flailed like the puppets they are, all seething.

Kalis smirks as he taps the PWA World title, the crowd booing him.

Simon Kalis: Yet throughout all of the things I've done and all that I've been responsible for... Aside from winning this championship that sits on my shoulders right now, PWA Tuesday Night Chaos is my crowning achievement! You all may've forgotten that this show used to be Rampage... Haha. Yet I returned to save Chaos from the ashes, and renamed the PWA Flagship show in honor of The Order of CHAOS!

The crowd boos at even the mention of The Order.

Simon Kalis: So everytime you look to watch the PWA? Everytime anyone backstage is talking about their next match? It is always about Chaos. It is always on Chaos. For even though The Order has fallen here... Our legacy, our reign is forever emblazened on the hearts and minds of everyone who loves the PWA. YOU! All of YOU! Honor The Order of Chaos each time you tune into this sh-

Suddenly "Pain" by Hollywood Undead hits over the speakers, interrupting Simon. He cocks his eyebrows and turns his head as Rayn steps out from backstage with a microphone in hand.

Rayn: Simon? Do us all a favor and for once in your life SHUT THE FUCK UP!

The crowd cheers loudly and Rayn smiles, while Kalis rolls his eye and sighs.

Rayn: You see dear brother, you think you've got it all figured out? You think you can continue to manipulate everyone to your god damn mind games and get away with it forever? Well...

Rayn pauses and looks around sarcastically.

Rayn: I see no Order of Chaos to protect you. I don't even see the so called First Class Felony anywhere. They're just thugged out versions of the Hoodie Ninjas, and they're not even here to surround you and protect you Simon. In your lust for gold and ambition to get to the top you burned every single bridge you had. And now you stand alone, Simon.

Simon Kalis: I'm a winner, bro. Which is more than anyone can say about you.

Simon gets booed as he speaks, but Rayn raises a hand to hush the crowd.

Rayn: You see that's the thing Simon. Karma is a bitch. And the way I see it? I'm not the only one who thinks so.

Rayn turns to his side and points to the curtain as Johnny Maverick, Maya, The Redeemer and Hikari Yurei all step out from backstage to a thunderous applause.

Rayn: I'm not the only one sick of your shit, Simon.

The five wrestlers begin to walk towards the ring with a purpose in their steps. Rayn stops at the ring as Maverick and Maya take one side, Hikari another and Redeemer another. They completely surround the ring and Simon circles around looking at all of them.

Rayn: You are alone, Simon. And I know it's killing you inside brother.

Simon Kalis: What? Teresa didn't wanna join the fun?

Kalis scoffs as Hikari steps up onto the apron. Then Redeemer steps onto his side of the apron as Maverick and Maya step up onto their side. Rayn calmly walks up the steps and is now on his side of the apron. We can clearly see Simon Kalis gulp.

Rayn: You've got bigger problems than Teresa Quaranta right now, dear brother.

Simon nods and drops the PWA World title to the canvas. He takes off his suit jacket and chucks it aside, and rips off his dress shirt and throws that aside as well. He picks up the PWA World title and straps it around his waist as he kicks his dress shoes off and removes his socks. The Redeemer, Hikari, Johnny and Maya all enter the ring now as does Rayn.

Rayn: We are here to stomp you out, Simon. We are here to end your reign as Champion before it's too late. I know Teresa can't stop you, no matter what she does. But we? We are going to save the PWA from the cancerous virus known as Simon Kalis.

The crowd cheers loudly as Kalis circles around watching everyone standing around him.

Brian Rentfro: Oh my god this is a trap! Someone needs to save our Champion!

The crowd cheers louder as Rayn takes one step forward.


Rayn: I appreciate the love, but I am not alone here.

Rayn nods with respect to the others.

Rayn: Any last words, Simon?

Kalis looks around the arena, watching the fans cheer at his impending doom.

Simon Kalis: All Hail The Last Superstar!

Kalis chucks his microphone at Johnny Maverick and hits a spinning heel kick on Maya! Rayn drops the microphone and rushes with Redeemer and Hikari encircling Simon. Rayn with a left strike of his fist, Simon stumbles back. Hikari with a thrust kick that lands square against the back of Simon's leg. Redeemer grabs Simon by the head and headbutts him. Simon stumbles around as Johnny Maverick dropkicks him to the canvas. Maverick helps Maya up and she grabs her father as he gets up. She whips him into the ropes and perfectly executes TRIPLE RAINBOW on Simon Kalis! The crowd is loving it as Kalis rolls around on the canvas, trying to crawl away but Redeemer grabs Simon's legs and pulls him back. He picks Simon up and throws him into Johnny Maverick. ANOTHER BODY MURDERED ON SIMON KALIS! Simon Kalis is in dire pain as he grimaces in the ring. Hikari now grabs Simon and spins him around, locking their arms together. Hikari drops! THE SALVATION ON SIMON KALIS! Kalis' eye is now closed as he lays in the ring motionless. The Redeemer locks THE COIL onto Simon Kalis and his eye bursts open in pain as Redeemer applies incredible pressure. Everyone takes turns stomping down on Kalis from the other side as Redeemer is relentless with The Coil!

Brian Rentfro: You can't possible condone this, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: You reap what you sow, Brian...

Rayn picks up the microphone as Redeemer keeps The Coil locked in tight. He gets on his knees in front of Simon as Simon drools and screams in agonizing pain.

Rayn: THIS! Is for The Order of Chaos!

Johnny Maverick stomps down on Simon's ribs.

Rayn: THIS! Is for our family!

Maya stomps down on Simons ribs.

Rayn: THIS! Is for the PWA!

Hikari stomps down on Simons ribs.

Rayn: ...And THIS?

Rayn gets on his feet and Redeemer lets go of the Coil. Redeemer and Hikari lift Simon to his knees and help Rayn put Simon's head between his legs. Rayn hooks one arm first...


Rayn drops the microphone and lays Simon Kalis out with THE EPIPHANY!!! The crowd goes NUTS WITH CHEERS!

Redeemer picks Simon Kalis up by his arms and holds him up with one hand, dangling Simon in front of everyone. Hikari removes the PWA World title from Simon's waist and smashes it over his face. Simon swings in Redeemers strong grip as Hikari hands the title to Johnny who smashes it over Simon's head. Simon swings again, completely helpless. Maya smacks Simon across the face and then smashes the title across his head, and now Simon is bleeding from his forehead. His head is limp. Rayn takes the title and looks at it for a moment before smashing it across Simon's face himself. They drop the title and rip Simon's eye patch off.

Brian Rentfro: This is too much, Jon... This is too much...

Jon McDaniel: If Simon had any friends, they'd have come by now... He deserves all of this.

Rayn spits into Simon's left eye socket. The crowd cheers! Johnny Maverick spits into Simons left eye socket! More cheers! Maya! Hikari! They both spit into Simons eye socket and as Redeemer turns Simon around in his grip everyone can suddenly hear the loud roar unmistakably from a Harley.

Brian Rentfro: WHAAAAT?

"Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera hits over the speakers and everyone turns their attention to the entrance ramp. Redeemer drops Simon Kalis to the canvas as Tamika Nash Strader rolls out on her chopper with Simon's golden gun in hand! She revs the engine and rolls down the entrance ramp and circles the ring repeatedly. Everyone in the ring is shocked and has no idea what to think as Tamika parks her motorcycle at ringside and gets off. She slides into the ring and points the gun at Rayn, Johnny Maverick, Redeemer, Maya and Hikari. They all back up as Tamika grabs the PWA world title and throws it onto Simon. She drags him out of the ring and Simon crumples to the floor on the outside of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: What was that Jon?

Tamika looks at him with concern as she holds his head up and wipes blood from his face. Simon opens his eye and puts his hand on her face and smiles... They share a passionate kiss! The crowd cheers and boos and has no idea how to react, nor does any of the five in the ring!

Jon McDaniel: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat????

Tamika helps Simon to his feet and he stumbles around but he slings the PWA world title over his waist and clasps it back on as Tamika hops back onto her Harley. Simon pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights it as he wraps his arms around Tamika's waist and rests his head on her shoulder. She revs the engine again and hands Simon the gun which he holsters behind him on his belt buckle. Rayn shakes his head as Tamika and Simon circle the ring on the Harley and drive up the entrance ramp and right out of the ringside area and out of the arena itself.

Jon McDaniel: There's some explaining to do.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah. Like how five people were allowed to decimate the PWA World Champion with no one stopping them?

Jon McDaniel: I meant with Tamika saving Simon? And then KISSING him???

Brian Rentfro: Yeah... That was pretty hot.

Jon McDaniel: We're out of time folks, and I am speechless to say the least. For Brian Rentfro, this is Jon McDaniel! See you next week!

We fade to the PWA logo with one more shot of Johnny Maverick holding Maya close to him as Redeemer and Hikari look on perplexed, and Rayn simply shakes his head...