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


02-08-2011


A Stitch In Time


Lisa Seldon walks through the backstage area, undoubtedly rushing towards one important task or another and totally not playing trashketball or stacking playing cards. She runs into Teresa Quaranta. She is barefoot, playing Nintendo DS, with a pizza over her chest that's probably meant for parties and not just one very greedy person. Lisa puts her hands on her head and sighs.

Lisa Seldon: Teresa, should I even ask what it is this week?

Teresa Quaranta: You should! Because I have spent an entire week in rigorous training for tonight's match against the Redeemer, and the Redeemer doesn't stand a chance. I've read all the books on him, including his biography-

Teresa throws a nearby book across the room and Lisa squinted.

Lisa Seldon: Was that a power rangers -

Teresa Quaranta: Watched hours of Redeemer tape, studied with Brazilian combat specialists who've spent years studying how to defeat Redeemer exclusively! I know him better than I know myself and now, all I need to do is relax, eat pizza, watch the Leafs claw their way to mediocrity and enjoy a fruit smoothie from this comically oversized twisty straw.

Teresa takes a deep breath and sucks the straw and after a few seconds, she makes it, closing her eyes as the liquid circles circles circles and makes contact.

Teresa Quaranta: Delicious.

Her face was turning bright red. Lisa sighs.

Lisa Seldon: Well, actually I made a minor error, and you're fighting Duff tonight.

Teresa Quaranta: WHAT? THOSE ARE TOTALLY DIFFERENT PEOPLE! MY PLANNING IS RUINED! NOOO~!

She leaps back, throwing the pizza box into the air and spilling the slushie as she rushes out of the room. The camera rooms in on Lisa as she gives a "Heh, Wrestling" sort of look and the shot fades.

Howl vs Icetank vs Cody Bogard vs Xan Vaxman vs Ash Nukem

Lots of People Match!


As the match starts, everyone gets lost in the opening shuffle. With all the talk of making their name's known this week, everyone is eager to make as big an impact as quick as possible. Ice Tank starts by nailing Ash dead on with a huge boot to the chest that sends him to the apron. Ice Tank smiles, but comes to find out Vaxman is on his left, and Bogard on his right. Both charge, but Tank ducks. The two catch each other with clothesline. Tank again smiles, but turns into a spew of black mist from Howl. Howl nails the Hocus Pocus, but Tank kicks out at 1 by getting his hand around Howl's neck, and lifting him in the air. Tank manages to stand, and almost break Howl with the Shatterslam. Tank goes for the pin, but Xan breaks it up. He jumps on the back of Tank and applies his sleeper hold. Tank struggles up on the mat to his knees, and tries to shake Xan off. But, he has the move on tight. The ref as he lifts Tank's arm up and lets it fall.

1


2


Bogard comes from behind Xan, and with the ref watching Tank, slams his foot between Xan's legs. Xan lets go in tremendous pain as Bogard wraps his arms around Vaxman, and drills him with the Muscle Burst German Suplex. Bogard turns, looking proud to the crowd. He turns back to be met by Ash Nukem coming off the top turnbuckle. Ash skips the first three bases and goes straight for the All Your Base are Belong to Us. However, as he begins spinning, Bogard manages to spin enough to slam Ash into the corner. The crowd groans, but Bogard lifts Ash up for a power bomb. However, Ash fights and punches Bogard a few times. He then spins, leans over the ropes, and pulls Bogard over the top to the floor. On the other side, Tank and Howl are shaking off the original damage. Tank looks to single out the smaller Ash while Howl sees Xan still hurting. Tank runs at Ash and grabs him. He doesn't waste anytime before going for the tombstone piledriver. Tank nails it and goes for the pin! Howl throws Xan aside.

1

2

Breakup. Howl tries to rectify the scene from earlier and pulls Tank up. Tank swings, but Howl ducks and builds momentum. He connects with the Switchblade sidekick!

1

2

Broken up by Xan! Vaxman pulls Howl up, and with the ring clear, he goes for the sleeper again! Howl fights, but Xan kicks him in the back of the knee, bringing him down to his knees on the mat. Xan cranks the hold, and Howl looks to be losing the fight. Suddenly from behind, Nukem comes at Xan. He pulls something out of his pants pocket, and unfolds it to show what looks like a merch booth quality El Gringo mask...Ash pulls it open and brings it down over Xan's face. Xan seems confused and caught off guard. Obviously having no idea what's on his face, it doesn't help his case any when Ash starts smacking the back of his head, screaming that he should fight him. Xan takes a wild swing, but Ash ducks and pops back up with Xan's arm over his shoulder. Ash holds up an arm before connecting with a flatliner! Ash rolls Xan over and hooks a leg.

1


2


Broken up by Bogard! Bogard then gets Ash to his knees and blasts him with a series of kicks before getting him in place for the Kikosho Driver, but Ash twists out and comes up with a kick and a setup for a DDT. However, Bogard rises up and buries Ash with a Northern Lights Suplex. The referee moves in for the cover while Xan comes from the outside and holds down Ash’s legs.


1

Howl goes to break up the cover.

2

But Icetank grabs him and fires him and fires him into the ringsteps, still smarting from the kick.

3!

Bogard leaps off and accepts his hand being raised by the ref, while Ash spits his complaints down at Xan. Rather than complaints, Xan just spits at him and throws the Gringo mask back in his face. Meanwhile, Icetank has Howl flat on his back, having just dropped him on the floor with the Tombstone Piledriver. Referees flood the ring to prevent any other fights breaking out.

Chaos then is very much underway.

When They Come For Me


Darkness. A lighter sparks and we see Simon Kalis lighting a cigarette. He stands alone with the spotlight on him. The PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship is strapped to his waist, his black FCF wrestling tights stick to him. His black boots contrast the yellow laces. The beat starts as Simon takes a drag from his cigarette and lowers his head...

Simon Kalis: This is the moment, everyone dreams of... Our Super Bowl. Our World Series. Our Stanley Cup...

Kalis flicks some ash and smirks.

Simon Kalis: And I'll be there, at the top. Waiting baby....

"When They Come For Me" by Lil Wayne starts up and the video footage begins.

Tell Them Girls I'll Be Here When They Come For Me
(We see Simon Kalis standing in the ring, a flash of Teresa Quaranta, Karina Cecilla, Lisa Seldon and Riona Langly opposite him)

Me And Every Single Nigga That Got Love For Me
(We see Duff, Greenberg and Scene crowding around Simon with Tamika in his arms)

See I Got Money On My Mind
But The Haters Wont Leave Me Alone
(We see Simon Kalis getting attacked last week on Chaos by Rayn, Maya, Hikari, Redeemer and Johnny Maverick)


So Im Ridin Everyday With Every Pistol That I Own
(We see the gleam off the "Golden Gun" as Simon holds it up and smirks)

Tell Her I'll Be Here She They Come For Me
(we see promotional flashes of Teresa Quaranta and Simon Kalis)

Me And Every Single Nigga That Got Love For Me
(We see the FCF goons swarming in their all black outfits and Richard Nixon masks)

See I Got Money On My Mind
But The Haters Wont Leave Me Alone
(we see quick flashes of the entire PWA roster itself)

So Im Ridin Everyday With Every Pistol
Everyday With Every Pistol
(We see Simon Kalis standing in front of a large gun collection)
Yea

Nigga U Dun Fucked Up
Nigga Back The Fuck Down
(Kalis nods)

I Dont Care Where I Go
I Dont Care Who U Kno
(We see Teresa and Lisa Seldon being swarmed by paparazzi)

I Dont Care Bout What U Say
I Put Them Words Back Down Yo Throat
(We see Simon flipping an envelope marked "To Teresa Quaranta" towards the camera)

I Dont Care Where U Stay
(We see the Toronto skyline, with the CN Tower lit up)

Nigga Im From Uptown!
(We see Ste. Catherine Street in downtown Montreal and Simon Kalis amongst a number of Habs fans)

I Gotta Get Em Slim
They Talkin Beef To Me
(We see flashes of clips of Teresa saying she is going to defeat Simon Kalis)

They Just A Bunch Of Bitches
(We see flashes of Teresa Quaranta, Karina Cecilla, Riona Langly)

They Talkin Sweet To Me
(We see Kalis blow a kiss towards the camera lens)
Pussy Niggas
I Guess I Gotta Eat Pussy
(we see a clip from the original match between Simon Kalis and Teresa Quaranta, with Simon lifting Teresa over the top rope)

Put A Hole In Em
Now Thats A Deep Pussy
(We see Simon Kalis drop Teresa with the Sentencing of the Damned and pin her for the 1, 2, 3.)

The Cops Hate Me
(we see flashes of Simon being arrested through the years)

But A Star's Born
(We see Simon holding up the PWA World title for the first time)

The Streets Love Me
(we see Simon arriving to Summer Sizzler 2010 in an Abrahms tank with throngs of cheering fans)

But How Long Will It Morn
Imma Real Nigga
Say Real Nigga Thangs
(We see him sign off one of his letters... Sincerely)

The bullet don't have no name
(we see Simon point a smoking pistol towards the lens, a smirk growing over his face)

The song continues to play and we see Simon Kalis standing still in the spotlight, darkness all around him. He's still in his hoody, his eye patch is emblazened with the Order of Chaos skull emblem and the PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight title shines around his waist. He looks up, smiling, and the scene goes all white...

Voice Over: Genesis XI... Live at the PWA Dome in St. Louis, Missouri on February 22nd, 2011.

The flash of white dissipates and we see Simon Kalis standing in the ring, holding up the PWA World title.

Voice Over: The Order Never Dies...

Scott Nash Strader vs Ryan Ross

Singles Match


Eric Emerson: Introducing first, weighing in at 220 lbs, hailing from Seattle, Washington… RYAN ROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Perfect Cell's Theme hits the System thumping. The real musics starts, as Ryan Ross pushes through the curtain and raises both arms on the stage as the lyrics hit the music behind it. With effortless motion he takes a few steps down the ramp, stops abruptly and looks around at the crowd, a smirk erupting on his face as he does so. The fans meet him with cheers and clapping, as the returning former Global Champion moves down the ramp to the ring side area rolling into the ring and hitting the hard camera side ropes mounting them and raising his fist high in the air absorbing the fans praise. Ross then jumps turns quickly and lands on his feet moving to the opposite side of the ring to do the same thing as his music fades.

Eric Emerson : And his opponent… weighing in at 285 lbs…

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hit’s the p.a. system. The PWAtron lights up with a headshot of Scott Nash Strader looking down, with his blonde hair hanging in his face. He slowly lifts his head as the words to the song begin

##I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired.
Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words some- What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.##

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain followed by his wife Amy Nash Strader. She joins at him his side as he closes eyes and looks upwards.

##But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...##
As they begin to walk down to the ring, Scott wearing a white muslce shirt, blue jeans and a pair of buckled black leather biker boots. Amy has form fitting blue jeans, a red small tee, and platinum hoops hang from each ear.

##5 minutes alone##

##5 minutes alone##

##5 minutes alone##

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps through the second and third rope as his wife takes a seat by ringside. The referee ref gives the cue for both men to meet in the middle. As they step to the middle of the ring, you can see the big height difference between the two men. Strader smiles and nails Ross with a big time right hand. The crowd reacts with a pop as SNS starts to unload on the smaller Ryan. Ross quickly drops down, causing SNS to miss a haymaker and nails a dropkick to the knee. Strader stumbles back as Ross tries to get on the offense by firing punches and chops. He gets Scott to the ropes and goes for the flipping dropkick, but SNS uses both hands to send Ryan down to the mat.


Jon McDaniel: Strader looking to shake off thering rust before heading into Genesis.


Brian Rentfro: Wouldn’t you?


SNS picks up Ross and whips him into the corner, Scott rushes in and drives his knee into the midsection of Ryan. Quickly lift Ross up on the top turnbuckle. Scott fires a few shots at Ryan before joining him on the ropes. He hooks him up in a double arm underhook before leaping back and riving Ryan’s head into the mat. Over Rye Drive!!! Ryan shakes a little as SNS floats over for the pin.






ONE…


TWO…


KICKOUT!!!


Ryan gets the arm up as SNS looks down with disgust. He picks Ross and fires a few kicks to the stomach, before backing into the ropes. Strader comes off looking for the big boot to the side of the head, but Ryan dodges. SNS planets his foot and with blinding speed springs around for a clothesline. Ross catches the arm and leaps up, nailing a picture perfect leaping armbreaker. Ryan backs up before leaping in the air and driving a knee into the back of SNS’ neck. Scott holds his neck as Ryan sits him up and quickly hooks in a Dragon Sleeper, leaning back trying to apply as much pressure as possible.


Jon McDaniel: Ross is showing he can stay with the big boys in the PWA.


Brian Rentfro: You kidding? Ross sucks, that’s why this is happening.


Ross stands up, still keeping the hold on. In one quick motion, Ryan drops SNS’ neck right across his knee, before letting him hit the mat. Ryan steps back and is measuring SNS up. Strader gets to his knees and out of nowhere Ryan nails a swinging neckbreaker. Strader’s neck bounces up off the mat as Ross looks to stay on the attack. Ross hits the ropes and comes off with a giant leg drop. Ryan follows through and hops up before hopping up on his feet. Ryan quickly hooks the leg.


ONE…


KICKOUT!!


SNS powers out, still showing signs of strength as Ryan rolls off of him. Ross goes for a soccer kick, but SNS catches his legs and lifts him up over his shoulder. Ryan starts to fire his knees into the chest of Strader, trying to make him let go.


Brian Rentfro: Ross is in a bad spot and Scott is looking to *beep* him up..


Ryan finally nails a good elbow shot, right around the ears of SNS. Scott loosen his grip. Ryan with a knee to midsection, he steps back and sends another knee right to the temple of SNS. Not hitting hard enough to kill, but hitting hard enough for him to take Scott off his feet.


Jon McDaniel: What a crushing shot to SNS!!!


SNS rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, trying to put space between him and Ross. Ross, not trying to waste a moment runs towards the ropes and leaps over with a cross body block. Scott at the last minute moves out of the way, causing Ryan to hit the floor. SNS shakes the cobwebs out of his head and leaps on the guardrailing, before twisting off, nailing Ryan with a huge elbow to the skull. SNS rolls Ross back into the ring and slides in after him. Ross is quickly back up to his feet and is coming off the ropes as SNS is up on one knee. Ryan jumps and seems to hang in the air for a moment before nailing SNS square in the face with a dropkick. SNS falls back into the seated position and before he can do anything, Ryan plants a boot straight into the jaw of SNS.


SNS doesn’t move for a moment so Ryan slaps SNS into a Dragon Sleeper.


Jon McDaniel: And SNS is trying to fight out of the hold.


Ross lifts up, looking to go for another knee neckbreaker. Somehow, SNS is able to fight and fight until he is able to reverse the hold into an inverted DDT. He lifts Ross up for an inverted suplex and drapes him hard on the ring ropes. Ryan is just hanging there as Scott climbs the turnbuckle, SNS leaps from the top turnbuckle driving his elbow into the back of Ryan, causing him to flip into the ring. Strader pulls himself up, using the ropes and is waiting for Ryan to move. Strader wraps up Ross while he still is on the ground, Scott hooks his feet under his arms and Ross up, slamming down him down on the ground two to three times.


Jon McDaniel: Cherry Whiskey Bomb from the former PWA World & TV Champion and it looks like SNS wants to makes sure Ross stays down this time.


Scott picks him up and Irish Whips him to the corner. Scott yanks Ryan in and lifts him up in a Gorilla Press Slam, but instead of dropping Ryan behind him, he brings him down into a backbreaker. Strader floats over for the pin.


Jon McDaniel: THE MEMORY REMAINS!!!


Brian Rentfro: And SNS brought him down with all his might with that one.


ONE…


TWO…


THREE…


Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match…SCOTT NASH STRADER!!!!!

Bribery and Corruption In Our Wrestling Officials

Lead Story At 8


A motorcade enters the parking lot, two black hummers followed by a stretch limo, then by two more hummers. They all stop by the talent entrance, the limo driver stepping out to open the passenger side back door. A man steps out, aided by a cane. His dark glasses cover his face, and he appears to be wearing some fine Armani threads. He walks briskly- though with a bit of a limp- as he heads to the security checkpoint.

Security 1: Sorry, sir. We can’t allow you in.

Man: I think the Benjamin twins would beg to differ.

The mystery man pulls a wad of cash from his suit’s inner pocket. He hands each security guard a pair of C-notes, the guards allowing the man and his security through the gates. We cut back to ringside, where there is much anticipation.

Brian Rentfro: What the hell??

Jon McDaniel: Was that Kalis? I thought he was injured??

Brian Rentfro: Well, we have had quite a few surprises in the last few weeks. Although, I’m not sure that was Kalis- he has the money, but he’s more of a shoot-em-up kinda guy. But only a few people really carry around that kind of cash.

Jon McDaniel: Rumors have been floating around about Starr coming in tonight...

Marvin Wood vs Johnny Maverick

Singles Match


Intent on keeping the pace slow and limiting Maverick’s potential to tear of his face with knees and that, Marvin did his best to keep Maverick on his back and work a solid ground game. However, the skilled European based fighter had his work cut out for him, potentially underestimating Maverick’s submission credentials.

The result then was a mat based clinc with both men going back and forth, right up until the point that Maverick was allowed to find his feet and tear and Wood with knees and elbows. Marvin was stunned but not out and stuck firm to his gameplan, waiting for his chance to put Johnny down again.

The chance came when Johnny became over invested his game and shot for the Perfect Armbar, allowing Marvin to roll out of it, stack Johnny on his shoulders and hold him down for the three.

Johnny exploded from the pin the moment Marvin let off the pressure, but it was all too little too late, and Marvin rolled to the outside, content with his victory. Johnny had a few choice words for him, but Marvin, the consummate professional, refused to rise to the occasion and left him alone in the ring.

Guess Who's Back?


Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm now being joined by Lisa Seldon in preparation for our next match.

Lisa Seldon: Sup medical dawgs?

Jon McDaniel: Before that though, we have to take a quick trip backstage where our camera crews are standing by.

The camera moves backstage, where we see Toshi Yang standing next to Emily Corlen.

Toshi Yang: Ladies and gentleman, here with me is the challenger to Matt Stone’s Intercontinental Championship in tonight’s main event, the Emerald Phoenix, Emily Corlen. Emily, do you think you’re ready for tonight’s title match?

Emily Corlen: Oh, yeah. I’m gonna take Matt’s head off tonight… I’m going to Genesis as the Intercontinental Champion! Believe it!

Toshi Yang: Are you worried about any potential interference tonight from Bound by Blood?

Emily rolls her eyes and laughs.

Emily: Let them try. I’ll take out all three of them and Matt Stone tonight if I need to, then at Genesis, I’ll run them out of PWA forever before going on to defend my new title successfully. Two matches in one night, the biggest night in PWA history, and I win both of them? Genesis XI is going to be the launching pad for the Year of the Emerald Phoenix!

Toshi Yang: And what of your sister, Jen Blazenwing-Corlen?

As Toshi finishes her sentence, David Blazenwing pops his head in.

David Blazenwing: I heard Blazenwing. What’s rocking, Toshi?

Toshi Yang: Hello, David! Nice to see you!

David Blazenwing: You too. Toshi, would you mind? I have something for Emily.

Toshi Yang: Oh, of course. Nice seeing you! Good luck at Genesis!

David smirks.

David Blazenwing: Luck is for losers. But thanks anyways.

Toshi shuffles off screen as Emily turns to David.

Emily Corlen: Do you have it?

David Blazenwing: Damn right I do. You ready?

Emily Corlen: One second.

Emily reaches down to the ground, out of view of the camera, and when she stands up, she’s wearing a Green Bay Packers Super Bowl XLV Champions hat.

David Blazenwing: Aren’t you from Illinois? Shouldn’t you hate the Packers?

Emily chuckles.

Emily Corlen: Please. I’m twenty minutes from the Wisconsin border. Screw the Bears! If they were any good, they wouldn’t have lost to the Pack!

David Blazenwing: That’s my girl.

Emily smiles, then turns the hat sideways.

Emily Corlen: Alright, hit it!

David reaches down and picks up a boombox (yes, an old school boombox!) and presses Play. An instrumental version of Eminem’s “Without Me” begins to play.

David Blazenwing:
D-BLAZE! My girl’s about to bring it!

Emily Corlen:
Three Maverick brothers go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside!
*album scratches*

Emily Corlen:
Three Maverick brothers go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside!
*album scratches*

David Blazenwing:
The other one left the damn company!

Emily Corlen and David Blazenwing:
Guess who's back!
Back again!
Corlen's back!
Tell a friend!
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back…

Emily Corlen:
I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Matt Stone no more,
They want Emmy, he’s chopped liver!
Well if you want Corlen, this is what I'll give ya,
A little bit of kick ass from a pro ass kicker!
Dust to Dust that'll jump start your heart quicker
than a nut punch that’ll land you in the hospital,
and the doctor says that it’s your *bleep* I’m breaking
and you’re whining and crying cause it’s your title I’m taking!

David Blazenwing:
Bam!

Emily Corlen:
Fans waited this long, now stop debating,
Cause I'm back, I’m ready, I’m pissed and ovulating!
I know that you got a job Ms. Seldon,
but Matt Stone's title reign’s close to ending!
So the PWA won't let me be
or let me be me, so let me see,
they try to shut me down on live TV
but it feels so boring without me!

David Blazenwing:
Bitch!

Emily Corlen:
So, come on, bring it, slap off your lips,
screw that, beat your ass, then break both your hips,
and get ready, cause this show's about to get heavy,
and just for my girls back here, FUCK YOU, JENNY!

Emily Corlen:
Now this looks like a job for me,
so everybody, just follow me,
cause we need a little E-Phoen, you see
and everything’s just Kalis without me!

Emily Corlen:
I said this looks like a job for me,
so everybody, just follow me,
cause we need a little E-Phoen, you see
and everything’s just Kalis without me!

Emily Corlen:
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!

David Blazenwing:
Word!

The music fades out as Emily and David do their best fake gangster pose, the fans cheering loudly. Amazingly, an “E-PHOEN” chant breaks out amongst the fans in Sacramento!

Lisa Seldon: This is why Simon Kalis gets all the air time. He doesn't make me want to blow out my brains to quite the same scale.

Jon McDaniel: Are they chanting what I think they’re chanting?

Brian Rentfro: Not bad, not bad. She’s still got no chance against Matt Stone tonight, but not bad at all!

Jon McDaniel: Certainly one of the more colorful performances we’ve ever seen here on Chaos. Stay tuned, everybody, we’ve got more show to come, including our main event, pitting Miss Corlen -

Brian Rentfro: E-Phoen!

Jon McDaniel: …anyways. Emily Corlen and Matt Stone, the PWA Intercontinental Championship, our main event tonight. Stay tuned!

Joshua Danielson vs Karina Cecilla

Singles Match


Jon McDaniel: Well ladies and gentlemen, our next match looks to be an exciting one as Joshua Danielson takes on the debuting Karina Cecilla –

Lisa Seldon: And who more fit to talk up an exciting debut than me, Lisa Seldon, who is very exciting indeed!

Jon McDaniel: Really?

Lisa Seldon: No, I’m just here to get myself in place so I can pull a run-in on the next match.

Jon McDaniel: Crimson Cup?

Lisa Seldon: Totally. And I can say all this since I’m guessing Pain doesn’t watch TV and so doesn’t know the second Bubba pulls his head off I’ll be there to kick it into space.

Jon McDaniel: Well, that’ll be fun.

The pounding drums to 'Trust' by Megadeth hits the speakers, and the crowd is on their feet! Joshua Danielson pushed through the curtains and stopped at the top of the entrance ramp, throwing his arms out in an open handed crucifix.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first… Joshua Danielson!

Joshua then went down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside before sliding into the ring and jumping up to the second turnbuckle. He did the open handed crucifix pose again, before hopping down and waiting for the match to begin.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

The drip-drop notes of Reptile by Nine Inch Nails display as little pinpoints of red laser along the ceiling and floor. When the song breaks, the lights flare green and fade back to white as Karina Cecilla enters, sauntering down the ramp looking a lot less formal than when we saw her last.

Eric Emerson: she listed as a Citizen of the World, and weighs in at 145 pounds…

Lisa Seldon: Fatty.

Eric Emerson: She is… Karina… Cecilla!

Karina pays little attention to the fans at ringside trying to catch her attention, and slides head first under the ring. She then slowly rises to her feet, watching Danielson all the way.

Jon McDaniel: So I’m going to guess from the fact that you’re out here and due to the various circles you run in, that you’re friends with Karina?

Lisa Seldon: I doubt it. I don’t think she likes anyone. Really she’s a terrible human being who uses and abuses people to get what she wants… which is usually for them to get hurt.

Jon McDaniel: Sounds charming.

Lisa Seldon: That said we have hung out because we’re all horrible misanthropes and two negatives make a positive and all that.

Jon McDaniel: I’m sure your impending relationship breakdown will make great viewing in your new company.

Lisa Seldon: God I hope so. I’ll need to keep the numbers up against your three hour long Kalis segments and Chamelion/Raizzor brothers turned enemies main events.

Jon McDaniel: All of which will be incredibly watchable.

The referee calls for the bell and draws both competitors toward the centre of the ring, with Joshua moving the quicker of the two while Karina makes a point of taking her time. Joshua moves for a lock up but Karina backs off and ties herself in the ropes to prevent Joshua attacking. Karina then shoos him away with her fan, prompting the referee to send Joshua back a few paces. Joshua grumbles but accepts it, allowing Karina to bring herself out of the ropes again.

Lisa Seldon: Consummate professional there, getting her bearings. This is a whole new environment for her after all and you don’t want to just rush into things… even when your opponent is Joshua Danielson and you could snap him in half like the rather large stick of nothing he is.

Karina moves off again but this time calls for a time out, demanding that the referee check Danielson for weapons. He throws up his arms in protest but Karina refuses to go on until she’s sure Danielson is safe.

Jon McDaniel: Oh come on!

Lisa Seldon: What? That fucking Juggalo chump totally looks like he could be packing a weapon. God knows he’s gonna need it if he’s ever going to win this one.

The referee checks Danielson over – twice, upon request – but finds nothing at all on him. He then moves to restart but not before Karina can grab his attention again, alerting him to the state of the canvas. The crowd begin booing her mercilessly.

Jon McDaniel: What’s her problem now?

Lisa Seldon: I think she’s upset about all the scraps of credibility Emily Corlen spilled on the ring during her devastating battle rap.

The referee can find nothing but that doesn’t stop Karina demanding he check again. By this point Danielson has had enough and turns Karina around to face him, unfortunately that proves to be a mistake, as Karina slides the metal frame out of her fan and cracks it across his skull sending him to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Karina just knocked him cold with that foreign object! What a disgrace.

Lisa Seldon: Well yeah, he was about to cheap shot her. If anything Danielson there is lucky the ref had his back turned.

Karina tosses the weapon aside and goes after Danielson, pushing him down into the ropes and stomping away at anywhere she can land. The referee moves to get her off, causing Karina to recoil and dust off where he touched, before dragging Danielson off the mat and lighting him up with a European Uppercut. Danielson goes back into the ropes and Karina follows up, sinking a foot up under his chin and choking him for the entire count of five.

Jon McDaniel: Karina currently batting one legal move thrown this entire match.

Lisa Seldon: To be fair, he kinda brings a lot of this hate on himself purely by existing.

Karina lets go before she can be disqualified and follows up with a Snap Suplex out of the ropes. She then rolls over on top of him and begins grinding away with a forearm in his face before the referee can get her to stop. She relents on request but makes a point of giving the referee a piece of her mind before scooping Danielson off the mat. She then pitches him back into the corner and follows up with a Yakuza Kick, grind her boot along his face and settling up on the top-rope to enjoy a few jeer from the fans.

Jon McDaniel: The fans really letting her have it so far.

Lisa Seldon: I guess they’ve never seen a Gather of the Juggalos. Otherwise they’d understand this was nothing short of what they all deserved.

Karina pushes Danielson to the mat and then skips out onto the apron. She then takes a second to steady herself before popping up to the top-rope and shooting herself back in with a high Legdrop that lands her hard across the back of his head. A few claps are heard amongst the boos as Karina rolls him onto his back. She goes for the cover.

Jon McDaniel: Might as well. It’s been all over since she hit him with that lead pipe.

Lisa Seldon: Self defence I’m sure you’ll agree.

Jon McDaniel: How?

Lisa Seldon: She thought he had a weapon. What was she supposed to do, let herself get stabbed? You sick bastard.

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Jon McDaniel: Oh for the love of -

Lisa Seldon: Karina, the shrewd competitor she is, lifts him back up in order to make sure he’s really actually finished.

The referee threatens to disqualify Karina but she takes little notice and drags Danielson up again. He pushes her off and staggers away, but if anything it just seems to amuse Karina, who lets him go. Danielson, still reeling, throws a punch that hits nothing but air and ends with him bent of a knee from Karina, driven hard into his gut. He then throws another Haymaker right at no one in particular, prompting Karina to duck through; landing a few open hand slaps and chops that end with a sickening Spinning Backfist that sends Danielson back into the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: My God it’s over already. Just pin him.

Lisa Seldon: Don’t you know anything about debuts Jon? Gotta sell yourself.

By this point Joshua is only still standing with the aid of the ropes, but that doesn’t stop Karina dragging him back into the centre of the ring and stabbing her hands into both sides of his neck. The shock doubles Danielson over, allowing Karina to reel him in. She then kicks a leg over his arm, grabs hold of his head, and buries him!

Lisa Seldon: Divine Right from Karina! And now you can call it a night.

Danielson flops over onto his back, dead to the world, while Karina slitters onto a cover.

Jon McDaniel: Thank God.


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Lisa Seldon: the three! And there’s the bell, signalling an end to this thrilling encounter.

Jon McDaniel: Thrilling? What are you even talking about?

Lisa Seldon: What do you mean? That was a very dynamic back and forth contest between the violent oppressor and the plucky young upstart who refuses to stay down even when he’s getting molested.

Jon McDaniel: It looked to me more like a rather drawn out ambush.

Lisa Seldon: Well I guess I just believe in Danielson a lot more than you do.

Karina climbs to her feet, soaking in the reaction from the fans, very little of it favourable. The referee moves to raise her hand but she’ll have none of it, and decides instead to take her place on the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Pathetic. Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll now take a break while our crew ready the ring for the next match.

Lisa Seldon: For which I will still be here.

Jon McDaniel: Lucky us.

A last shot of Karina, looking down on her fallen victim, before we cut away from the ring.

A last shot of Karina, looking down on her fallen victim… or at least we would have hoped. Karina however has other ideas, and makes for a chair at ringside. Karina then slides back in and steps the chair up in the middle, opening it out and putting Danielson’s head on the face.

Lisa Seldon: Shit’s about to get gruesome.

Karina makes for the ropes, aiming to finish him off for good.

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

Lisa Seldon: Hey look, I was right. It’s much more gruesome already.

Karina grins as she looks towards the ramp, waiting for Riona to appear... and she fails to notice the 3 time PWA World's Champ as she jumps over the guardrail right next to the announce table and slides into the ring behind Karina.

Lisa Seldon: Wuh-oh. Looks like Riona is coming to get her ass beat again.

Jon McDaniel: You don’t sound too impressed.

Lisa Seldon: Six or so years of Riona have taught me to always expect the least. At least then she delivers.

Karina seems to sense the disturbance as she turns around and very nearly eats a Reebok to the face. Very nearly, as she quickly scrambles to the floor and backs up the ramp, giving Riona a bemused look. Riona just looks pissed off, well, as she usually does, and then demands a mic.

Lisa Seldon: Oh sweet, bathroom breaks.

Riona catches the thrown mic with one hand and taps it before speaking to the slowly retreating Karina.

Riona Langly: Karina, this piece of crap behind me isn't worth your trouble! Why not, you know, face someone who means a damn?

Lisa Seldon: Gabrielle coming back? Frost?

Karina doesn't even bother with the traditional heel tease and just turns her back, leaving Riona.

Riona Langly: Just as I thought... now, seeing as I'm not booked, again, thanks Lis...

Lisa Seldon: You’re welcome.

Riona Langly: There are some rumors that I should probably address and all that. Like, the one where after Genesis XI, I will no longer be employed by the Pioneer Wrestling Association. To be honest... it's true. My 3 year contract has come up, and even though I renegotiated my deal with the AoWF brass, it seems that some people don't want me around anymore. In fact, I hear Mark is already preparing the party post-Genesis, because like, I won't be around to totally serious up the place anymore.

Jon McDaniel: I can't imagine a PWA without Riona Langly!

Lisa Seldon: I can, it was the one that lasted longer.

Riona: I don't know what's going to happen to me post-Genesis, but I promise that I will continue to strive for the perfection that this sport has demanded upon me... But, that's totally like, post-Genesis. As far as the biggest event of the year is concerned, I've got two options staring me in the face. On one hand, there's Matt Stone and the IC Title. People following my twitter -

Lisa Seldon: Both of them.

Riona Langly: - know that I've made known some aspirations to hold that belt once more. Fact is it seems like nobody else that puts their hands on it has the same admiration and respect for the history like I do... Matt, you're the worst offender in that regard. You don't take this sport or the title you're holding seriously unless it's in danger, and as a champion, that's really not the image that you should be projecting. And to think, I thought I hammered that point home when I KOed you at Summer Sizzler with my LEFT elbow -

Lisa Seldon: Sinistrophobe!

Riona Langly: - But it looks like the lesson hasn't stuck. Now, there's a chance for me to take that lesson and bludgeon you to death with it, and to take back the PWA Intercontinental Championship one more time.

Lisa Seldon: That’s it Langly, pad that midcard. Push yourself to be the best middle of the road athlete you can be.

Riona seems to ponder this thought as Joshua Danielson is rolled out of the ring behind her.

Riona Langly: However... there's also you, Karina. One year ago, I was knocking out the biggest dog in the yard in his playground. The PWA is my home, and even as I'm leaving it, I cannot and will not allow bullshit like you to flow through it without being tested. I've experienced first hand the darkness and hate that you want to bring to the PWA, and nobody else should have to live with it. That's my penance... I ruin lives Karina, and you've tried to ruin mine. No, it doesn't work like that. So... maybe I show you up, make you my little bitch right before Teresa proves that she doesn't NEED you in order to kick Simon's ass.

Lisa Seldon: Someone give me a watch I can throw at this bitch.

Riona Langly: Ahh... decisions, decisions, decisions... I guess... I guess I should mull over it some more. So, next week, you'll get an answer. Stone, I'd be pissing in my boots right now though... Because, as bad as Duff, and Johnny, and Cody are... You know first hand that I'm worse.

Lisa Seldon: Oh sweet, I can’t wait for the exciting news next week when Riona Langly comes out and announces: yeah, I could take a great fight that’ll get me an ass whooping, but Matt Stone and another IC Title win, which is meant to be below me? That’s the money.

Jon McDaniel: Do you ever stop?

Lisa Seldon: I’ll stop picking on her when she stops being terrible.

Riona grins and tosses the mic back to ringside, sliding under the ropes as we cut away...

Bubba J vs Pain

Crimson Cup Semi-Final


We come back to the ring to see it lined up in glass. Light tubes to be specific, tied singularly around the ropes, tied up in bundles in various corners and sitting on tables around the ring. The referee has protective goggles and gloves on, much to the worry of the first row, who do not, and Eric Emerson is standing in the centre of the ring, ready to begin.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a second round match in the Crimson Cup. The winner of which will be decided by pinfall or submission and will then go on to the final round of the Crimson Cup.

Various things and cheering. People love things.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, coming to the ring now from New York, New York...

The arena lights die as "Inferno" by Graeme Revell hits the PA-system. A guitar rift starts to scream out into the darkness...

Eric Emerson: Standing at five-feet two-inches, and weighing in at 165-pounds... He is...PAIN!!

The lights blaze back to life and the cameras quickly find the small form of Pain making his way to the ring. Shirtless and with his head bowed, his long dark hair hangs down around his face and over his pale white shoulders. The scars across his back and chest are too numerous to count, and yet at the same time each one is so distinguished. For a moment he pauses in his slow walk, and looks up to us. As he does his hair slides away from the right side of his face, and we see his milky white blind eye. He drops his head again, hair falling back into place and continues onward once more.

Finally reaching ringside he slides into the ring, and then slowly starts to push himself up to his feet. His one good eye constantly searching for the coming attack that always seem to find him. And as his music starts to die he drifts off to a turnbuckle and squats down beside it... his lips moving ever so slightly as he mumbles to himself

Eric Emerson: And his opponent…

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

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

Bubba J reaches the bottom of the ramp and is immediately taken out as Pain sails over the top-rope and right into Bubba J, splattering him across the floor.

Jon McDaniel: And we are underway!

Lisa Seldon: Yes, apparently. Incidentally, I’m still here. Hurrah!

Jon McDaniel: Keeping tabs are you?

Lisa Seldon: No, actually I’m here so the second this match is finished, I can rush into the ring and start smashing this goober in the face with things… assuming Bubba doesn’t kill him first. That would be fine too.

Bubba peels himself off the floor with the air of the barricade, but Pain is there first and launches a kick at his face, which misses and clatters with the rail. Bubba then jumps up as Pain staggers back and tackles him into the barrier across the way.

Jon McDaniel: Pain is all over him but Bubba fights back.

Lisa Seldon: Yes, Pain’s brand of relentless attacking of no quit, no surrender until death is going to link up very well with Bubba’s style of, well… murder. I’m quite excited for the results myself.

Jon McDaniel: Nice to know you still enjoy your work.

Bubba then drags Pain up on his shoulder and looks to bury him in the floor, but Pain shoots a knee into his chest that forces Bubba to let go. Pain then drops to his feet while Bubba doubles over, allowing Pain to land a kick up through his face that shoots Bubba back straight. Pain then leaps up and puts him down with a Clothesline.

Lisa Seldon: Shame about that. Hopefully next time he finishes the job.

Pain squats down over Bubba and begins scoring wild punches before grabbing Bubba by the head and smashing it off the floor, but he gets too close and Bubba is able to score with a Headbutt that sends Pain back and allows Bubba to knock him off. The two then climb back to their feet with Pain up first, but he moves in a daze and runs right into a kick in the stomach. Bubba then gets him up and runs him into the ring apron, snapping his back over the frame. Bubba doesn't let up though, taking a step back and crushing Pain into the ring again with a Push Kick.

Lisa Seldon: Oh that was sweet, you could hear the pop.

Bubba moves off to secure a bundled of roughly taped together tubes but Pain is ready when he comes back, rushing forward and sinking his teeth into the bridge of Bubba's nose, forcing Bubba to toss the tubes onto the apron. He then sinks his thumbs into Pain's eyes in a bid to pry him off, causing the beast to snarl but never quite give in until Bubba forcibly throws him off.

Jon McDaniel: And now Bubba J’s nose is split. That’s gruesome.

Bubba looks incensed at the sight of his own blood, not to mention having another man bite him, and charges after. Pain ducks the Clothesline though and comes up behind Bubba with a leap into a Chokehold. To his credit Bubba doesn't panic and falls back, smashing Pain into the ring post. He then leans back and rips off an elbow, but Pain ducks and let's him score with the post instead. Bubba then staggers forward clutching his arm.

Jon McDaniel: That’ll smart.

Lisa Seldon: Good thing Pain there can’t wrestle to save himself or he might then totally just latch onto a game plan beyond blindly running into death.

Pain lurches forward with a knee in the back to put Bubba down. He then drags him back up and turns him toward the ring, scoring with a fearsome barrage of punches before running to the apron, only to have Bubba clear his head and move after him. Pain leaps up to the apron, steadies himself for a second and then launches back with a Moonsault, but Bubba is there with the bundle of tubes from before and smashes them into Pain's chest. Glass explodes between them into a cloud of dust, before Pain plummets to the floor and Bubba staggers away.

Lisa Seldon: Boom! That’s fucking immense. He’s going to be picking chunks of glass out of his chest for days.

Jon McDaniel: Oh that’s gruesome.

Lisa Seldon: Shame about the face. With the whole not having glass in it thing.

Bubba leans back into the apron and dusts off his shirt before leaning into the crowd to take a beer from a fan. He takes a swig and pours the rest down his face to clear the blood before making after Pain again. Pain is fighting back to his feet, albeit a little slow and unable to stop Bubba putting a knee into his gut. He then tosses Pain under the ropes and slides after, getting a cheer from the fans that can now finally see some shit.

Jon McDaniel: The action finally reaches the ring.

Lisa Seldon: Where we keep the weapons. Result!

Bubba puts a kick through Pain to keep him at bay and then clears a corner to drop him in. Bubba then scores a few stomps before deciding to up the ante, snatching light tubes from amongst the ropes and crushing them into Pain’s chest with a series of stomps, churning him up under the broken glass. Bubba then drops a bundle on top of Pain and charges to the nearest rope, shooting himself back and right through Pain with a boot scrape, exploding shards up through his face.

Lisa Seldon: Thanks Bubba. My prayers are answered.

Bubba pulls the remains of Pain from the corner and plants him on the mat with a Suplex which he rolls into a pin.


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Jon McDaniel: And Pain is out.

Lisa Seldon: Good. Looks like he needs some more anyway.

Bubba drags Pain off the mat and whips him into the ropes, glass exploding across his back as he fires back from the ropes toward Bubba, who kicks up a boot into his face. Pain ducks though and fires into the opposite ropes, sending shards of glass flying before he rushes back and blasts Bubba with a Forearm between the eyes. Bubba drops to a knee and tries to clear out the cobwebs, allowing Pain to get the jump on him, grabbing up a handful of glass bulbs from the ropes and shattering them across Bubba’s bare head. This time Bubba goes down while Pain takes up the remainder of one of the glass tubes, biting it into a point and then digging it into Bubba’s forehead.

Jon McDaniel: Oh that’s gruesome.

Lisa Seldon: I hear if you ingest enough of that gas it can give you cancer. Here’s hoping.

Pain digs away at Bubba’s now bleeding forehead until he gets forced away, and then follows up with a straight kick in the face for good measure. Pain then retreats to a corner, snatching up a bundle of tubes, lashed together into a crucifix, and places it in the centre of the ring. He then turns back to Bubba, who gives him a shoulder in the gut on his way off the mat. Bubba then lifts him with a knee in the face and then takes Pain off the mat with a Lariat.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba takes control again but he’s hardly looking his best.

Lisa Seldon: Yes, there’s a distinct lack of Pain being smashed with things as well.

Jon McDaniel: What, you mean the guy bleeding from his front, back, face -

Lisa Seldon: Yes, I’m hoping to see more blood outside of him than in.

Bubba peels Pain off the mat, leaving a rather ominous red splat in his wake. Bubba then sets Pain between his legs, aims him toward the pile of glass and scoops him up for a Powerbomb. Pain holds on though, smashing him with on the top of the head with an Elbow and then dropping down behind him. Bubba turns around and catches a kick from Pain before turning him away. Bubba then shoots forward with a Clothesline but misses the mark and let’s Pain pop up behind him. Bubba tries to turn again but Pain latches onto his back with a Waistlock, hunkers down and then drags Bubba off the mat, with a German Suplex, smashing both of them down through the pile of tubes. The crowd roars as Pain holds on for the pin.


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Jon McDaniel: No! Only 2! But what a move from Pain. Out of nowhere.

Lisa Seldon: I thought he was meant to be retarded.

Jon McDaniel: I wouldn’t go that far. In fact he used to be a very well rounded and experienced wrestler, dating all the way back to the heydays of the AoWF. At one point he was even a member of the Fatal Charms, before everything turned on him.

Lisa Seldon: Oh yeah, I forgot, probably because we don’t talk much about him.

Jon McDaniel: We?

Lisa Seldon: Oh, you know; me and my family. Mostly my dad, my brother -

Jon McDaniel: Your family?

Lisa Seldon: Yes, my family. What did you think I was just some kind of street urchin? I roamed the streets for years then decided bugger this I’m off to be a wrestler?

Jon McDaniel: Well it’s just you don’t talk about them… which is odd because you don’t ever stop.

Lisa Seldon: Well sod you.

Pain drags himself off the mat and takes Bubba with him, pushing him back into the corner while sinking his teeth into Bubba’s head. Pain spits blood into the air while stalking off to grab another set of tubes and charge back. He rushes forward at Bubba but Bubba fights back, putting up his foot and smashing the glass back against Pain and causing him to stumble back. He charges a second time but Bubba jumps forward and catches him on a shoulder. He then does a quick turn and drops down landing Pain across the ropes with a Stun gun and sending glass flying from the impact. Pain lands on his feet but staggers back, throwing punches at nothing in particular before succumbing to the mat in a mess of blood and broken shards.

Jon McDaniel: Both men are down!

Lisa Seldon: I don’t know what Bubba’s excuse is. It’s not like he’s the one who almost got his head hacked off.

Bubba lurches out of the corner and onto Pain again, grabbing him up by the hair and belting him with a right hand that sends Pain across the ring. Pain reacts by grabbing another glass tube from amongst the ropes and smashing it across Bubba’s head to send him away. Not to be outdone though, Bubba grabs up one of his own and answers back, shattering it across Pain’s skull. Pain then answers back with another of his own, which is returned in kind, whipping the fans into a frenzied cheer.

Jon McDaniel: These two are going to kill each other.

Lisa Seldon: Or at least someone. There’s a lot of glass and noxious fumes flying around.

Bubba looks shaken from the blood loss, but still manages to move as Pain pounces with another glass bulb that hits nothing but the floor. Bubba sees an opening and pushes forward; crashing a knee into Pain’s side and sending him through the ropes, taking out whatever tubes were left in his way. Pain however only goes as far as the ropes, and stops himself from falling into a table laden with glass by the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Close call for Pain.

Lisa Seldon: Should have been closer. All the way on the other side of too close in fact.

Pain struggles to his feet, only to be met with a knee coming through the ropes to knock the wind out of him. Bubba then hooks him up for a Suplex and prepares to bring him back in, but Pain has other ideas and hits back with a knee of his own at the height of the move. Pain lands on the apron again and holds on, lifting Bubba in turn. However he can’t get the bigger man up and only manages top drop him to the apron beside him. Bubba fires an elbow into his face but Pain fights back, leaping up and smashing Bubba with a Headbutt. Bubba almost falls back but manages to hold onto the ropes. Pain meanwhile leaves him be, leaping up to the top-rope and shooting back with an attempt at a Moonsault. It’s not to be though as Bubba catches him on his shoulders.

Jon McDaniel: High risk doesn’t pay off, and it looks like he’s about to regret it!

Pain fires of wild elbows into Bubba’s head in a bid to break free, but Bubba grits his teeth and perseveres, pointing both of them toward the table and leaping off the apron.

Jon McDaniel: Death Valley Driver!

Lisa Seldon: Now it’s a party!

Bubba brings Pain over the top of him and down through the table, splintering glass and wood before they both crash to the floor in a heap. And the fans go wild.

Lisa Seldon: Oh that’s awesome. He might be dead.

Jon McDaniel: So might Bubba!

Lisa Seldon: Omelettes, eggs, you know how it is. Anyway, he’ll have died a hero’s death, killing midgets who offend me.

Jon McDaniel: you’re a great human being.

Lisa Seldon: No I’m repulsive. But I’m also a winner.

The crowd’s cheers start to settle, only to rise again as Bubba drags his way free from the wreckage, pulling himself to his knees and then on to his feet with the aid of the ring. He’s shaken but far from out, and on his way back to the ring with Pain being dragged behind. He then throws Pain in, struggles after, and wraps up a pin.


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Jon McDaniel: No! Pain shoots out!

Lisa Seldon: Fuck him. Time he goes and dies already.

Bubba leans back onto his knees and runs his hands across his face, unsure of what to do next.

Lisa Seldon: The obvious answer is more glass!

Jon McDaniel: Answer to what?

Bubba obviously doesn’t hear this, but that doesn’t stop him taking Lisa’s advice and fetching one more coarsely wrapped bundle of tubes and setting it up in the centre of the ring. He then gets Pain off and in-between his legs. Stopping only for a second to slash his thumb across his throat before dragging the remains of Pain off the mat onto his shoulders and then whipping him down at speed, driving him through the mess of glass before leaning forward into the cover.

Jon McDaniel: Powerbomb into the glass! And now he stacks him up.


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Jon McDaniel: Pain throws up a shoulder, and now kicks up a leg! Triangle Choke!

Lisa Seldon: I guess the voices taught him some new moves.

Bubba struggles as Pain drags him to a knee, synching in the choke and looking to put Bubba J out for the night. Not content with just that though, Pain begins dropping elbows on the top of his head for good measure, looking to crack it wide open. Bubba uses his size to get back to his feet and pull Pain off the mat, but it’s still not enough to force a break, and so he slams Pain down on the back of his head.

Jon McDaniel: He smashes him again, but Pain still won’t let up!

The fight starts to leave Bubba as Pain squeezes tight and continues firing elbows, but never the less he pushes forward again, rolling Pain onto his shoulders.

Jon McDaniel: He’s got him pinned.


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Jon McDaniel: And Pain arches a shoulder again! He’s refusing to be eliminated.

Bubba tries to get him on his shoulders again, but he’s starting to slip, and as soon as he gets a foot under himself again, he falls.

Jon McDaniel: He’s out! Bubba J is out!

The referee moves in to check, lifting up Bubba’s arm and letting it fall, but with no response at all it’s clear he’s long gone and he immediately calls for the bell.

Jon McDaniel: He’s out, and Pain goes through!

Lisa Seldon: Oh sweet, he’s very much alive in body and in my tournament thing. This is a great I feel blessed.

Bubba crumples in a heap but Pain holds on and continues trying to crack his head open, even with the referee trying to pry him off.

Lisa Seldon: Uh-oh, one of my employees is in trouble! I best rush over there… with a chair… with the intention of saving one person and not so much about killing the other guy at all. Bye!

Lisa slides into the ring with a chair and gleefully buries it into Pain’s face, twice over, before he finally let’s go. The referee considers moving in between them but decides instead to get Bubba J out of the way, leaving Lisa to her work.

Jon McDaniel: Well… at least Bubba J is free of the hold.

Brian Rentfro: I’m back, what I miss?

Jon McDaniel: Lisa putting herself over, burying the talent and then interjecting herself into what looked like it was about to become a fight to the death.

Brian Rentfro: So not much then.

Lisa lets Pain get to his knees before she hammers the chair across the back of his head. She then tosses it aside, deciding to take a more hands on approach by dropping down to choke how out with her bare hands.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like she’s not messing around this week, but someone is hitting the ring. It’s Thunderwolf!

The fans burst as Dustin Kelser hits the ring and runs right into Lisa, sending her across the ring. Lisa is up and incensed, rushing back to Thunderwolf and pushing him toward the ropes. Dustin pleads his innocence, insisting he’s just trying to get him under control, but Lisa doesn’t seem to want to listen.

Jon McDaniel: Folks it’s about to get ugly

Brian Rentfro: I guess they should probably get that sorted out before Pain there gets away.

Lisa goes off on Thunderwolf but he’s the first to see Pain sneaking away and goes after him, sliding under the ropes and tackling him from behind. Dustin then gets Pain face down on the floor and produces a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket to secure him. Dustin then drags Pain back to his feet, but he suddenly comes to life and kicks off, shooting his head back and splattering Dustin’s nose across his face in the process. Dustin then falls back into Lisa with the two of them landing in a heap on the floor. Despite being free Pain is going wild and looking horrified at what he’s done. That is until a large hand reaches out from behind the barrier.

Jon McDaniel: Who’s that? Someone get a camera on them!

The camera man moves into place to get a shot of the rather large figure looming over the barrier. A trench coat and hood obscures them, but there’s a gleam about their face. The cameraman then moves into place, and the video screen fills with that of a gladiator mask.

Jon McDaniel: The size of him, and that mask. It’s the Brutal!

Brian Rentfro: The Brutal?

Jon McDaniel: The Brutal! The former PWA Tag Team Champion alongside Gabrielle.

Brian Rentfro: So where’s she at in all this then?

The Brutal gets a hold of Pain with one hand and drags him up onto his shoulder before disappearing off into the crowd. This then leaves us with two rather unhappy looking stars - one with a broken nose and one who looks intent on giving him another. Dustin defends himself again but can’t stop Lisa storming off, incensed that, for the second week running, she’s missed up an opportunity for revenge. Dustin meanwhile staggers back to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Good thing he was here to fill the void for Kalis this week.

Grabbing at his now bloodied up face, Thunderwolf recoils back into the ropes... his nose running a rather steady stream of red, but not to the point of forcing panic. He'd been here before and he knew exactly how to deal. The ring girl makes her way up to the apron and hands a towel directly to him, rather than sliding it under the ropes. He in turn shoots her a wink. Most of the current day roster couldn't possibly understand how much admiration the people around this establishment had for him. The fans make sure to let him know though, as he shoots them a smile.

He's forced to swipe his now bloodied bangs away from his face as he holds the towel up to his nose, making a valid effort to try and clot the damage. This wasn't how this was supposed to go, this was never how this was supposed to go. Someone by the time-keepers clock motions towards the back, hinting at a trainer coming out to Mr. Kelser's aid, but Thunderwolf shakes his head in disapproval. He instead motions for a microphone, and with a simple flip of the wrist, he hushes the crowd.

Thunderwolf: I'm not going to lie - I'm ashamed to even be back in this ring. Not because I don't belong, 'cause Lord knows I feel more at home between these ropes then I do anywhere else on the planet. Its shame simply for the fact that some people can't let things go. Don't understand what I mean? That's probably for the best, but I feel rather inclined to explain. You see, for those of you not in the know, this dirty, vile, wretched human being that you've seen out here for the past few weeks is a man by the name of Christopher Taylor. Better known to most of you as Rain, or Pain as he's now referring to himself. I choose to call him family.

He pauses for a moment, getting a little bit light-headed as a result of the blood loss.

Thunderwolf: I could go into the hows and whys of his story, and give my take on why he is the way he is, but I'll forego all that and just say that we first met as fellow members of a rather storied group in this community. That's where we first met, and that's when I first took an interest in exactly who and what he was. You see, while a lot of people in this business claim to be crazy and have all of these psychological issues, they have no idea what it is to go through the pain and torment that this man has suffered through. That's why I didn't kill him tonight. That's why I didn't choke the life out of him when I had the chance. You see, he was a gift, something that I was to take on, something broken, something that I was supposed to fix. I failed.

Tossing the towel away now, he continues.

Thunderwolf: Now the question isn't exactly how did I fail, but why did I fail - and I'll tell you why - because someone is trying to send a message to me, and they took something that doesn't belong to them in order to do it. Someone came into -my- household, and took a part of -my- family away from me. Christopher was making progress, we were making strides in rehabilitating him, but someone felt the need to throw all of that out the window. Instead of calling me out - they take someone close to me, and they brainwash him. They wipe away all of his progress because they're too big of a pussy to come out here and call me out themselves. Worst of all, they send him out - not after me - but instead my wife.

The crowd takes it all in, in silence.

Thunderwolf: She's fine, and for those wondering, she'll be back next week.

Claps and cheers all around as there had been no previous reports on her condition.

Thunderwolf: That being said, so will I.

There's even more fanfare at this mention, and deep down it bothers him a little.

Thunderwolf: The way I see it, in a lot of people's eyes, I've done some rather terrible things in my career. I'll agree, to some end, but a lot of times - those who I brought pain and misery to, simply had it coming. Only one name comes to mind in regards to those of whom I owe an apology, and that's Lisa Seldon. I know, one-hundred percent that she isn't behind any of this - so I'm asking, no, begging you, whoever you are? To fucking man up. Come down to this ring next week, and do something.

There's a pause.

Thunderwolf: We're not down for the drama anymore, so if you've got a point, make it.

With that, Thunderwolf tosses the mic out to the ring girl before heading out of the ring.

Teresa Quaranta vs The Redeemer

Singles Match


One of the evenings most interesting pairings saw Teresa Quaranta take on her infamous longtime rival, Duff Cote D'Ivoire. Despite looking like she was already tired at the onset of the match, she bended the rules some at the opening, leaping outside of the ring and nailing him with a suicide dive in the middle of his entrance. This didn't let up after that, as they brawled on the outside of the ring for about three seconds before the match started - Teresa had most of the offense here, ramming Duff into the steel steps knees first, dragging him into the barricade, and landing an impressive Divine Intervention moonsault, stomping him from the apron all the way down to the floor. With Duff reeling and the ref threatening to DQ both of them, Teresa finally rolled him in as the bell rang.

With the somewhat hardcore surroundings gone, Teresa tried moving to her bread and butter, a standing offense full of bruising kicks - this time targeted at damaging Duff's knees and legs. But he eventually battled back, taking advantage of an eye rake and a complete shot that left Teresa as stiff as a plank. Duff played to the crowd after his first significant offense of the match and dragged Teresa to the turnbuckle, ramming her headers into the thinly padded corner over and over until the ref broke the two up entirely.

Duff took control over the next few minutes, using a full array of slams and back focused submission moves in an attempt to break down the #1 contenders attacking ability. After a series of nearfalls, including Teresa getting a surprise roll up for a near fall of her own, Teresa rallied with a backflip lick and a quick series of chops.

But the rally was short lived, and her previous exhaustion caught up with her. After shrugging off an attempt at the Process of Illumination, Duff took advantage of a listless, overextended kick, and stepped inside, threw her up for a spinebuster - and Teresa held onto the arm, pulling him into a clean triangle choke as she hit the mat. Duff panicked and tried to punch his way out, but after a couple of seconds, he grudgingly tapped the mat to prevent losing by knockout.

Luciface


Brian Rentfro: That was a great match, Jon. And I can’t wait for the next one to begin.

Jon McDaniel: I can’t wait, either, Brian. Although I’ve just received word that we now have a major announcement being made by...

A brief pause.

Brian Rentfro: By whom, Jon?

Jon McDaniel: This can’t be right...

You’re now fuckin’ with the
Best in the World
Lollipop
The Best in the World
...

“Lollipop (The Official Remix)” by Lil Wayne and Kanye West dies out as a new strand of music begins, the crowd on their toes as they anticipate the man behind the music. As the first line of “Fuck You” hits the PA, Lucious Starr walks out from the locker room. The crowd is a mixture of cheers and boos as Lucious throws up a middle finger, grinning from ear to ear. He walks down the ramp, cane in hand, as he takes in the crowd’s reaction.

I see you drivin’ round town
With the girl I love
And I’m like
Fuck you
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like
Fuck You
If I was richer
I’d still be with ya
Now ain’t that some shit
And although there’s pain
In my chest
I still wish you the best
With a
FUCK YOU!

Lucious stops at the bottom of the ramp, turning to each side of the arena. He nods as he makes his way to the stairway, climbing up and into the ring. He shakes the hand of Eric Emerson, who hands him a microphone. Lucious waits for the crowd to calm, holding the mic to his lips.

Lucious Starr: They called it a Starr’s Redemption. They called it the Fury’s Salvation. At Ground Zero, Lucious Starr did what many felt to be impossible- I defeated Raizzor.

The crowd erupts in cheers, a minor group jeering as they watch Lucious celebrate. Lucious raises the mic again, turning to the cameras.

Lucious Starr: For months, I had been under the spell of Simon Kalis. I believed a false dream he sold to me, and continued to destroy the company I love for this dream. WarGames spelled the fall of the Order, and the return of sanity- in some ways. however, all of the harm I did covered the one good thing I did for this company. The one good thing I did for a hero. The one good thing I did for the World... Heavyweight... Championship.

The crowd is now silenced, as murmurs of doubt flow through the crowd. Lucious motions to the PWATron, a picture of Riona Langly flashing on the screen.

Lucious Starr: Riona Langly defeated Raizzor at Genesis. Something that noone has been able to do for eight consecutive Genesis PPV’s. And while this was a defining moment in her career, it was stained. It was destroyed a month later, when, at Who’s The Man?, she dropped the title to an overhyped unknown. She tarnished the legacy of the World Championship, unable to capture her moment. Two months later, I faced Laura Estella at Out Of Control, fulfilling a promise- I made sure that Laura Estella would not be able to continue as World Champion. And rather than award my efforts with a shot at the vacant title, I was shot down as Johnny Maverick was allowed to take my rightful place. And after defeating that half-twit, Riona became a two-time World Champion. But, as was her style, Riona just couldn’t hold on to glory. Two weeks before Manitoba Mayhem, she won a title defense against me when some unknown assailant nabbed me and locked me in a closet somewhere backstage. The following week, I had a plan. To validate Riona. To make her important- to make her worthy. To make her a hero.

The crowd again mumbles in disbelief, a few jeers beginning to rise from deep inside the crowd. Lucious raises a hand, trying to hush the audience.

Brian Rentfro: Wait, so what he referred to as a “momentary lapse of judgement” is now somehow an act of valiance?

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know if I can buy that line...

Lucious Starr: In order to give Riona validation, in order to finally make her worth her Champion status, I had to make her bigger than she was. So I stole the World Championship. I became the villain to assure her place as Champion was more than a simple fluke. I made Riona the champion she needed to be... well, at least that’s what I had planned. Unfortunately, Riona makes a much better former champion than a current champion. Right, Riona?

Lucious waves to the Tron, playback from one of her Rumble promo’s playing on the screen.

Riona Langly: ...I've NEVER lost a rematch...

The movie stops, Lucious shaking his head. He turns to the camera, speaking in a sympathetic tone.

Lucious Starr: You’re absolutely correct, Riona. You’re great at winning rematches. Which, in all reality, means that you’ll be a 200-time World Champion by the end of 2011. Because, let’s face it, you’re ONLY good at rematches. You take on Laura Estella, you lose. And I have to be the one to dethrone that harpy, thus giving you a chance to regain your precious title. Then I have to steal it from you, so at least you look like a deserving champion. But what do you do? You go and lose to Simon Fucking Kalis. You’re a fucking moron, Riona. Why don’t you just stay on the Intercontinental Title level? Let’s face it, even my fluke title reign was a better fucking deal than your three. I mean, at least I could hold on to it for longer than four seconds before it gets taken by yet another random name on the roster. So even though I did my best to lift you up, to put you on a damn pedastal, to make you the champion you should have been all along- I can’t help you. Nobody can help you. You’re a failure as a champion, Riona. And as much as I respect you, as much as I respect your legacy, I hope Simon fucking kills you when you finally get your rematch. Because let’s face it, no amount of damage I did to the World Title’s legacy is worse than the damage you keep doing to it.

The crowd jeers now, completely at odds with the Untamed Fury. He shakes his head, holding up his finger to hush the crowd.

Lucious Starr: Boo me all you want, you can’t argue facts. But now that I’ve addressed that situation, I have another, more pressing matter to address.

Brian Rentfro: He has the balls to downgrade Riona like that, and now he wants to keep going?

Jon McDaniel: We... we should hear him out.

Brian Rentfro: You gotta be kidding me.

Jon McDaniel: Hey, he... he’s got a point. But either way, he’s not leaving til he finishes up, so... let him finish.

Lucious Starr: One year after Riona’s fluke victory over Raizzor, we find ourselves at Genesis XI. The grandest stage in the PWA. And anyone who is anyone on the roster will be competing at Genesis. This year, I find myself at a very interesting point. My in-ring clearance begins at Genesis, and I fully intend on competing at this grand event. Now, I shall be watching for the next two weeks, scouting talent to contend with come Genesis. So until then, I will catch you on the flipside.

Lucious drops the mic, walking out of the ring as his music kicks up. He waves to the crowd, who is now mostly jeering at the Fury. He disappears backstage, his music slowly dying.

Brian Rentfro: He puts down Riona Langly, then makes a challenge- kinda. Who the hell does he think he is?

Jon McDaniel: The richest and possibly most influential member of the PWA roster, Brian. A man who knows what he wants, honestly believes he deserves it...

Brian Rentfro: Regardless of the fact that he doesn’t...

Jon McDaniel: And goes after it. We’ll see what his plans are come Genesis XI, but for now, we’ve got another match to start.

Hikari Yurei vs Marxx

Singles Match


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

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

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

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

Jon McDaniel: Both Marxx and Hikari are coming off unfortunate losses in the Crimson Cup tournament from last week, so I'm sure both are going to be looking to get a decisive victory here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: Blah, blah, blah. They're both losers, and one's french so that's even worse.

"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. He turns to Marxx and nods as

DING DING DING

Marxx moves in for an immediate strike, a flying lariat as he comes forward. He nails Hikari in the head but all he does is then move himself towards him, hitting him with a vicious and dirty knee-on-knee colission. Hikari flips to the canvas and Marxx drops his leg over his throat for good measure. He elbows him right in the eye and then jumps back, hitting the canvas and locking in a figure four leg lock. He has no clear emotion as he simply focuses on applying the pressure on the move, putting great strain on Hikari Yurei's ankle.

Brian Rentfro: So the masked dingo baby eater is getting schooled by a former PWA World Champion. Go figure.

Jon McDaniel: Surprising, though I've heard Marxx has been refining the more technical aspects of his arsenal. Hikari is struggling here.

Brian Rentfro: Makes you wonder why the HELL he wears a massive wooly sweater mask combination for a ring outfit, and we all know he has a lucha mask beneath.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe you should tell him next time you two are discussing the situation in Egypt over tea and shrimps.

Brian Rentfro: Well played, Jon.

Hikari yells and screams, flailing around trying to overturn the move. Marxx shakes his head and uses his bigger body strength to keep Hikari in the painful position but Hikari uses a boost of adrenaline and flips himself onto his stomach now and reverses the hold much to the surprise of Marxx. Marxx yells as he crawls himself to the ropes, dragging Hikari with him but adding still more pressure to himself now. He finally gives up and forces himself back into his initial position, putting Hikari back on the painful end of the move. Hikari shakes his head as the referee asks if he's going to give up as Marxx coyly puts his shoulders up on the bottom rope adding more pressure on the move. The referee, facing Hikari, does not see this as he yells and points and points to no avail. Finally he flips himself back over, at the same time reversing the hold but also snapping Marxxs throat against the bottom rope causing him to now choke as he hangs from it with an incredelous ammount of pressure on his ankle now. The referee looks over and sees him on the ropes and demands Hikari break the hold. Hikari holds on for as much time as possible as the official gets to the count of 4 before getting free of the hold himself and rolling away, holding his ankle. Marxx clears his throat as he rolls onto the canvas, grimacing as he checks on his own ankle.

Brian Rentfro: I was kind of hoping to see a fight... Not... Not this!

Jon McDaniel: What? You mean a wrestling match?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, who likes those?

Hikari goes for an enziguri kick as they're both up but Marxx ducks and takes him down with a clothesline. Hikari is still favoring his ankle as he wobbles to his feet with Marxx behind him. Marxx wraps an arm around Hikari's neck and grabs an elbow, pulling up in a variation of the Japanese stranglehold! Marxx has it locked on tight and if we could see Hikari's eyes we're sure they're popping right now!

Jon McDaniel: I heard rumors of this move only until now... It's the MarxxOut!!!

Marxx lifts the smaller Hikari in the air with the hold and Dwayne Cross checks on him. Hikari begins tapping!!!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by submission... MARXX!!!

Marxx's music plays throughout the arena as he celebrates his win. He looks down at Hikari with a condescending look and then walks to the ropes.. He looks straight at the camera with the same wide open eyes and smirk as he pushes his chest to the ropes and extend his arms as if, just like Raizzor, he was looking to engulf souls. At the same time, we can hear him shouting:

Marxx: Raizzor! You're mine! At Genesis you’re going down and you’re going to stay down forever!!

After that, he starts laughing, but he is quickly interrupted by a familiar sound.

*GONG!*

The single sound catches the attention of the entire arena and Marxx backs off to the center of the ring, the confident smirk fading fast.

A striking rift signals the beginning of “Vengeance” by Dream Evil and the lights blink out, save for one shining spotlight on the stage. Words flow from the speakers as the fans rise as one to face the stage, a huge pop resounding throughout the entire arena.

I have worked for nothing, slaved in vain
All those years that I've been pushed around
They better watch their backs now, those who gave me pain
'Cause vengeance screams their names tonight

Pyros explode on each side of the entrance as steam rises up through the grates of the stage.

All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive

Stepping from the cloudy smoke, wrapped in his long black duster and head down, Raizzor appears.

Marching out now, out to kill
The rain of blood has just begun
Blocked emotions now released
In darkness you will fear my name


All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive
All of you sinners

Stalking down the ramp, Raizzor’s eyes do not leave the ring, eyeing Marxx. He turns and silently climbs the steps as the song continues its shrill warning.

Can you hear me?
I'm closing in on you
Can't you feel it...

Through the ropes he slips, shrugging his leather duster off in one clean move. Muscles rippling under his elbow length sleeves, Raizzor rotates his arms to loosen himself up, never once taking his gaze off the center of the ring and Marxx.

I will show no mercy you will not survive
'Cause vengeance screams your names tonight!

Uncharacteristically, Raizzor proffers a slight smile, suggesting painful vengeance to come and turns to push his chest against the ropes and spread his arms wide to the crowd, as if wishing to engulf them all into his soul. This causes a massive reaction as the crowd explodes with louder cheers.

All of you sinners
You better run and try to hide
You've all been dreaming
So you better hide to stay alive

As the song dies, Raizzor motions for a ring attendant to hand him a steel chair, which the attendant does quickly out of fear of respite.

Brian Rentfro: Now wait just a damned minute.

Raizzor turns, chair in hand and now Marxx looks really worried. Suddenly, Raizzor tosses him the chair. Marxx catches it, confused.

Jon McDaniel: Not sure where this is going.

Raizzor then drops to one knee, and tilts his head forward, proffering his forehead towards Marxx and motions him to swing hard.

Brian Rentfro: Has Raizzor lost his mind!?

Jon McDaniel: If not, in a moment he might!

Marxx looks shocked, and then looks around the arena as the fans are in an uproar, some encouraging him to swing, others frantically shouting to Raizzor not to let him. Marxx hesitates and then.

*WHACK*

The blow collapses Raizzor to the canvas. Marxx quickly backsteps, ready to escape as Raizzor pushes himself up, a touch of blood now dripping down his nose and he motions Marxx to do it again.

Jon McDaniel: What is Raizzor doing!?

Brian Rentfro: Proving that he’s a damned idiot, that’s what!

Marxx doesn’t move, so Raizzor pushes himself to his feet, stalks towards Marxx backing him to the ropes and then lowers his head.

Raizzor: HIT ME!

Marxx obliges, another resounding crack as the chair connects with Raizzor’s skull. The Soul-Taker drops to one knee again.

Raizzor: AGAIN!

Marxx lets it all go. He slams the chair into Raizzor and he goes down. But shortly, Raizzor rises. Marxx repeatedly goes to town on Raizzor with the chair, and Raizzor keeps rising. Seven times this happens, the chair now dented and Raizzor’s face a crimson mask. Finally, Marxx delivers one decisive blow and Raizzor falls flat to his back, seemingly out and Marxx slips from the ring, backing up the ramp with a mixture of a sickened look and that of building pleasure at putting Raizzor down as promised. However as he moves backwards up the ramp, Raizzor stirs, sitting up very very slowly and Marxx stops, mouth open. Raizzor turns, on his hands and knees and crawls painfully towards the ropes, motioning for a mic. He gets it and.

Raizzor: Marxx….

Slowly, shortness of breath stopping him, Raizzor swallows hard and continues.

Raizzor: You… will… never… put… me… DOWN!!

The crowd erupts, and Marxx stomps his foot once, a look of disgust on his face as Raizzor smiles a demonic grin through the sheet of blood on his face.

Raizzor: This, I PROMISE!

Jon McDaniel: Raizzor was sending a message!

Brian Rentfro: What a damaging way to do it, but I think Marxx has gotten the message!

Marxx turns and walks quickly up the ramp, suddenly unsure if his challenge, was all that smart. Raizzor pulls himself wobbling to his feet and accepts the help of the techs at ringside to get out of the ring, before he shoves them away and moves slowly up the ramp himself, as we move on to the next match.

Lets All Sign Some Contracts


The camera shifts back to the ring as the latest commercial ends, and we join Jon McDaniel in the ring, mic in hand. Behind him, we can see a table, a chair on each side, two pens and what appears to be a contract on a clipboard.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentleman, at this time, we will be having a contract signing for the grudge match at Genesis pitting Chamelion against David Blazenwing. There doesn't seem to be any need to waste time, as we still have a lot of show here tonight, so if the two men will join me in the ring, we can get started.

The lights in the arena all cut to black and the Tron comes to life, pulsating with a green light as a quiet beat gets louder with every flash. It gets faster and faster, and louder with each pulse, until the pulsating light explodes into the words "True Icons Never Die" and “Till I Collapse” by Eminem feat. Nate Dogg blares across the arena sound system.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman...

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

Eric Emerson: Please welcome...

His sunglasses shining with the glare from the arena lights, David looks to the left, then to the right, nodding towards the crowd before walking down the ramp. After stopping to slap hands with the few people not booing him, David moves towards the ring steps and hops up and down a few times in front of them before quickly racing up the steps to the apron side facing the stage. He stops and pulls his sunglasses off, then leans down and steps through the middle of the ropes to enter the ring. David walks across the ring and leaps up onto the second rope in the corner nearest the timekeeper, then pulls off his trenchcoat and tosses it towards the timekeeper.

Eric Emerson: He is The Full Effect… he is DAVID… BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZENWING!!!

David smirks and points to the fans, then slaps his chest a few times and points up towards the sky, closing his eyes and saying a short prayer. David leaps down from the corner and immediately turns to sit down in the same corner, ala Raven. David then stands up and walks over to the table where the contract for his match with Chamelion lies as the crowd continues, half cheering, half booing.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like I'm the only one here to do commentary with Jon in the ring MC'ing the contract signing. Hey, if they get out of control and knock Jon out, I wonder if I can get paid for doing two jobs tonight? Ha ha!

The lights dim, and strobe lights begin to flash around the entrance stage when ‘Come with Me’ by Puff Daddy explodes over the arena speakers.

UH-HUH! Yeah!

Eric Emerson: Introducing, from Las Vegas, Nevada….

The lyrics follow quickly, the strobe lights all converging to center stage.

You said to trust you,
You'd never hurt me,
Now I'm disgusted,
Since then adjusted,

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 245lbs, he is the Most Devious SOB in the Business today…..

Now shit's boomerangin',
Right back at ya,
Think long-ranged,
Narrow minded,

Eric Emerson: CHAMELION!

The crowd bursts into cheers, drowning the lyrics as Chamelion comes from behind the ADC-Tron display, wearing a green hoodie with the hood draped down over his head. The song continues as he stands there, head bowed.

You comprehend me,
You musn't end me,
You offend me,
It's trauma,
Feel the drama,
Come with me.

Chamelion pulls back his hood and throws his head back, his face a mask hiding any emotion as he scans the crowd before turning his full attention to the ring.

Yeah,
Uh-huh,
Heh-heh
Come with me,
Don't be afraid,
Yeah,
Come with me.

Three quarters of the way to the ring, he suddenly stops as the music changes tempo and he looks squarely into the ring with deadly intent, before closing his eyes.

I close my eyes,
And I see,
You--standing there,
I cry,
Tears--of sorrow,
I die.

Uh-huh,yeah!

Chamelion resumes his trek to the ring as the music kicks back up, and he slides front first under the bottom rope and looks up, as if a Predator stalking it’s prey.

Fuck my enemies,
Fuck my foes,
Damn these hoes,
Is steppin' on my toes,
Back up off me,
Take your hands off me,
Give me room to breathe,
I'm not hearin' it,
I'm not fearin' it,
I'm up to my ears in it,

Chamelion stands abruptly, climbing the turnbuckle and once at the top, rips off his hoodie and tosses it to the fans.

Some say it's lunacy,
Word diddly,
I've been movin' on,
I ignore you,
Sorry if I bore you,
I neglect you,
Don't mean to disrespect you,
Can't you see--

He sways to the music for a moment before jumping down and turning, ready for action.

I'm here to stay,
Forever,
And ever and a day,

With those prophetic lyrics, the music dies.

The crowd is electric as both men take their seats, their eyes locked on one another.

Jon McDaniel: Alright, gentleman, please, take your time reading over the contract, then sign on the very last page. Then, if you wish -

Before Jon can finish, David picks up the contract, flips to the last page, signs it, then lobs it across the table at Chamelion, stopping a half an inch short from hitting him in the chest.

Jon McDaniel: ...as I was saying, if you wish, you may then share a few words with your opponent.

David shakes his head, then picks up the mic next to him.

David: It doesn't matter if I dress up like myself, a Power Ranger, the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man or the Unabomber. At Genesis, I will defeat Chamelion. Bank on it!

Some cheers, some boos.

Jon McDaniel: Very well, then, Chamelion, if you will please sign the document.

Chamelion peers down at the contract before him and takes the mic, leaning back so that the front two legs of the chair are off the canvas, he lets out a long, slow breath and grins.

Chamelion: That’s it?

Mocks Blazenwing’s voice.

Chamelion: “At Genesis, I will defeat Chamelion. Bank on it!”

Chuckling he resumes in his own voice.

Chamelion: Dave, kiddo! I was in BWF for years, I listened to you rant and rave and sprout tons of manure out of that mouth and most of the time it was a bit more… well, more than ‘this’! What could be the biggest match in Genesis history, considering the fact in seven years our paths have never crossed and you start off with the most generic, clichéd line ever. I’m disappointed.

Blazenwing glares, moving to pick up the mic again.

Chamelion: Doesn’t mean I wanna hear any more of it. I’m signing this piece of paper for the chance to finally step into the ring with you; and I do hope in the next two weeks you step up your game. Cause you damned sure as hell know I’m going to be holding nothing back. GOT IT!?

With those words, Chamelion scribbles his name on the dotted line and tosses it towards McDaniel. McDaniel scoops up the contract and announces.

Jon McDaniel: Well, there you have it, ladies and gentleman, a match set for the ages! It will be Chamelion vs. David Blazenwi-

Before Jon can finish, Blazenwing and Chamelion stand up at the same time, their eyes still locked on one another. The crowd starts cheering loudly, anticipating a throw down.

Jon McDaniel: Gentleman, if you please -

Again, before Jon can finish, David flips the table over, then leans in and punches Chamelion in the head! Cham goes down to the mat and the crowd starts booing.

Brian Rentfro: Well, the fans might be torn on Blazenwing but they seem to all love Chamelion! It’s easy to see which way they’re going to lean in this showdown!

As Chamelion rises to his feet, David plants himself in the corner and begins calling for his patented finishing maneuver! He plants his feet several times on the mat, then as Chamelion rises, David charges forward and aims a Full Effect superkick directly at Chamelion’s jaw!

Brian Rentfro: The Full Effect!

Before the move connects, however, Chamelion drops to his knees and rolls underneath it, rolling to his feet behind Blazenwing. David turns around and Chamelion launches his own superkick finisher, the Sweet Sound of Success, at DB!

Brian Rentfro: Sweet Sound of Success!

This time, though, Blazenwing is the one who dodges the move, rolling under the ropes to escape the attack! DB backs up towards the stage, still staring at Chamelion, who reaches his hand forward and closes his thumb and index fingers in an “I was THIS close” hand motion before flashing his signature Cheshire grin at his Genesis opponent.

Brian Rentfro: What a match this is going to be between these two at Genesis!

Jon McDaniel: You’re telling me, Brian! These two men, despite having never wrestled, may know each other better than anybody else on the roster. This is truly going to be a match for the ages!

Brian Rentfro: Welcome back to the booth, Jon. How was it up there, between those two?

Jon McDaniel: I could cut the tension with a knife, Brian. It’s going to be a war at Genesis, that’s for sure.

Brian Rentfro: It’s still going to be a war tonight! The Intercontinental Title is on the line in the main event, and we still have a lot more coming too!

Jon McDaniel: Don’t go anywhere!

Emily Corlen vs Matt Stone ©

Intercontinental Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association Intercontinental Championship set for one fall and is your Chaos Main Event of the evening...

#Oh, Written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the main
Oh, Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I’m on my way#

The lights in the arena cut to black as the first rap section of "Written in the Stars" by Tinie Tempah feat. Eric Turner hits the P.A. and the stage explodes with pyro as green strobe lights fill the arena. As the crowd cheers loudly, "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen slowly rises up through the stage, her arms outstretched akin to wings.

Eric Emerson: She hails from Rockford, Illinois...

The flames on the stage subside and the strobe lights slow down as Emily begins making her way down the ramp. By the time she reaches ringside, the strobe lights have completely stopped and green spotlights have begun swirling around the crowd and ring.

Eric Emerson: She is the Emerald Phoenix...

After making her way around the ring once, Emily hoists herself onto the apron and enters the ring through the first and second ropes.

Eric Emerson: She is EMILY… CORRRRRRLENNNNN!!!

Emily makes her way to all four corners of the ring, climbing up each and stretching her arms out like wings. After the fourth corner, she removes her cape and hands it to the referee. As the lights return to normal and the music fades, Emily slowly paces around the canvas, glancing out to the still-cheering crowd and smirking.

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feed it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
Whoa
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos accompanied by her personal interview Elizabeth Davis. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a "Canada sucks" sign and just walks on.

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feed it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
Whoa
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

Matt whispers something to Liz and she nods, walking around the ring and taking a seat in a folding chair set up for her. Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. "I'm the best there is!" He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. "You don't deserve to see me!" He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie, setting it on the apron where Liz gets up to retrieve before returning to her chair. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

Jon McDaniel: This match has all the makings of a great... what the?

Suddenly, the PioneerTron comes to life and we see Jen Corlen-Blazenwing and Sarah James heading for the ring, weapons in hand!

Jen: Where the hell is Katie?

Sarah: Who cares? The two of us can take out Emily no problem.

Jen: Matt Stone better buy us a steak dinner after we help him retain his title. No way I'm letting my sister win.

Sarah: Damn right.

The two ladies approach the gorilla position, but are suddenly stopped by two large, burly looking men with black suits and shades on!

Man 1: Sorry ladies. Can't let you through. Match is in progress.

Jen: Excuse me? Do you know who I am? I am Jennifer Corlen-Blazenwing! I can go wherever the hell I want! Now MOVE!

Man 2: Actually, ladies, we've been told to specifically not let either of you two in. In fact, we've been told to have security eject you if you get within fifty feet of the stage entrance.

The second man snaps his fingers, and three more large men appear behind Jen and Sarah. The two look to each other.

Jen: On whose authority?

The first guard looks at a small piece of paper in his hands.

Man 1: Looks like... Lisa Seldon.

Jen's eyes grow and her face becomes livid.

Jen: BULL*bleep*! IT'S NOT LISA, IT'S MY GOD*bleep* SISTER! LET ME THROUGH!

The three men behind the two women collectively lift both Jen and Sarah up, then drag them away from the scene, both kicking and screaming. Once they're out of sight, Katie James pokes her head around the corner and smiles.

Katie: Thank you, DeShawn!

The first man looks back to Katie.

Man 1 (DeShawn): Anything for you, shorty. Now where's this catering area you promised us?

Katie giggles as the two men walk off. She starts following them, then turns to the gorilla position and smiles softly.

Katie: You're welcome, Em. Your fate is in your own hands now.

Katie walks off with the two men towards the catering area as the scene shifts back to the ring.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow to start off this match, but Matt quickly uses his weight and height advantage to quick use as he hooks Emily up into a hammerlock. Emily using her quickness rolls through the move breaking it before dropkicking the left leg of Matt Stone dropping him to one knee.

Jon McDaniel: Fast paced set of moves there from the challenger.

Brian Rentfro: Never fear, Stone is here.

Emily off the ropes, delivering a beautiful Shining Wizard takes Matt Stone down onto the canvas. Emily isn't finished though as she rushes to the ropes once more, springboard back flip onto canvas as Stone is able to roll out of the way just in the nick of time. Stone is back to his feet delivering a stunning enzeguri to the back of Corlen's head sending her face first onto the canvas. Stone wastes no time as he bounces off the ropes delivering a stunning baseball slide into the side of the challenger's face that rolls her over onto her back from the impact.

Brian Rentfro: Stunning baseball slide there and I'd say his title reign is "Safe!"

Jon McDaniel: You are hopeless.

Stone is mouthing off at Emily Corlen before he reaches down to pull her up to a kneeling position. Emily with a punch to Stone's inner thigh doubles him over in quick sharp pain.

Brian Rentfro: Low blow there ref! Disqualify her!

Jon McDaniel: It was a very legal inner thigh punch, nothing the referee can do.

Emily is trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of her, but Stone has other ideas as he pounds down with his forearm. Emily catches the arm and converts the caught arm into an arm trap submission hold, but its too near the ropes as Matt is able to reach out and grab the bottom rope for a legal rope break.

Jon McDaniel: Stone's awareness pays off there.

Brian Rentfro: He is a master of that ring McDaniel, high time you realized it.

Emily cleanly breaks the hold, but is quickly pulling Stone up to his feet sending him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Emily bounces off the ropes herself, rolling forward and shooting up into a clothesline that misses! Stone ducks under the clothesline and rebounds off the ropes just as Emily is spinning around to confront Stone. Matt with a springboard roundhouse kick, but Emily ducks under the attempt.

Leg Whip in mid-air!

Stone is down on the canvas as the crowd applauds that move. Matt is holding his left knee, but the match continues.

Jon McDaniel: This match is going back and forth, its gonna come down to who just has more endurance.

Brian Rentfro: It is the main event for a reason Jon.

Emily rolls Stone over into a single leg Boston Crab in the center of the ring! Stone shakes his head at the referee's question, but does begin his crawl for the nearest ropes. Stone reaches out, grabbing the bottom after only a minute in the hold, but it may be enough to have weakened the leg for Emily to grab full control of this match. Stone pulls himself up as Emily turns around. Stone dives at Emily, but Corlen leap frogs the lung, coming down with a double foot stomp onto the back of Matt Stone's back with a mushroom stomp.

Brian Rentfro: A Mushroom Stomp? Really?

Jon McDaniel: Mock if you want to, but Emily is standing and Stone is on the canvas, either way it is effective.

Brian Rentfro: Its damn dirty is what it is.

Emily climbs the turnbuckles, going for a high risk move; she points at her elbow. Emily dives off with a top rope elbow drop....

Stone moves!

Brian Rentfro: Yes!

Emily lands the elbow drop on the canvas and immediately holds at her right elbow in pain. Stone takes advantage with a stomp onto the injured right elbow before walking over and taking a second stomp for good measure. Matt lifts Emily up and sets her up for a snap suplex, taking her back down. Stone is once again taunting Emily with some well timed trash talk as Emily is still clutching at her elbow. Stone with an Irish whip sends Emily back first into the corner. Stone charges in right after her with a clothesline, but Emily ducks out of the way sending a kick right into the side of Stone's head as he slams chest first into the corner. Emily walks up behind Stone, looking for some move as she wraps her arms around him.

Brian Rentfro: Stone with a Stone Cutter out of nowhere!

Jon McDaniel: And Emily is out cold, or looks to be anyways!

Brian Rentfro: This match is over!

Stone pulls himself up with the assistance of the ropes before pulling Emily up as well; the latter looking quite worse for the wear. Stone locks in a belly to belly, sending Emily over his shoulder with the move.

Brian Rentfro: Stone in firm control here now, take your time Champ.

Jon McDaniel: He may want to put her away while he can, never good to toy with anyone the the talent of Emily Corlen.

Matt sets Emily up in position for a German suplex. Stone hits one before rolling over and going for a second. Emily's head slams firmly onto the canvas as Stone lands the second German suplex and Stone rolls back up going for a third.

Jon McDaniel: Emily looks to be out now, you had better end this now Stone.

Brian Rentfro: Nah, play with her for a bit first.

Stone releases the unconscious wrestler on his third German, but she never slams into the canvas. Emily lands on the middle turnbuckle, feet spread apart to rest on the ropes. Stone rolls over, looking amazed, that is until Emily dives off with an axe handle smash right into his surprised face. Emily lands hard, but Stone lands harder and is looking up at the lights. The crowd explodes as they realize Emily is still in the match and their hopes for her a victory are not dashed just yet.

Jon McDaniel: The crowd is standing on their feet here tonight after that move!

Brian Rentfro: I wish these idiots would shut up!

Emily steps through the ropes, giving the crowd something to cheer about before jumping up to the top rope. Emily with a springboard flipping leg drop right across Stone's throat, but she doesn't go for the cover.

Brian Rentfro: Why don't you tell her to finish it now.

Jon McDaniel: She should, Matt Stone is like her, too good to keep playing with.

Irish whip sends Stone back first into the corner, but Emily follows in quickly after him with an elbow shot to his jaw. Emily steps through the ropes, climbing up the corner to sit behind Stone on the top turnbuckle. Emily launches herself flipping over Stone to catch his head in her hands and deliver a jawbreaker.

Jon McDaniel: Emily with the Diamond Dust there and she needs to make the pin now.

Emily drops a fist down onto the upturned face of Stone before she rolls back up and bounces off the ropes. Emily with a springboard moonsault into a leg drop across the throat as he is trying to limit his air supply severely. Emily bounces back up, waving to the crowd as she hits the ropes, leaping over Stone and goes for a lionsault!

Jon McDaniel: Fire Spin connects and Stone is burned!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah... how original there with the whole fire, burned concept.

Emily lifts Stone into position for her lungblower backbreaker... Stone with a thumb right into Emily's right eye!

Jon McDaniel: Come on ref! What a dirty move!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, if he disqualifies him, Stone retains... what do you mean dirty move, I didn't see anything.

Emily is holding at her right eye as it streams water and the referee notices and warns Stone about dirty tactics like that; Stone denies any involvement acting as though Emily's eye fell on his thumb. Stone sort of pushes past the referee before delivering a karate kick to Emily's left knee, then a karate kick to her right knee. Stone spins around, delivering a vicious stiff knee into Emily's ribs nearly doubling her over in pain. Stone with a roundhouse kick to Emily's skull sends her stumbling back from the onslaught of offense. Stone with a diving spear takes Emily down onto the canvas and he is quickly rolling through and up to the ropes and a vertical position. Stone springboards from the ropes with a somersault leg drop onto Emily's throat. Stone rolls back up, already talking trash in Emily's direction. Stone changes tactics a bit and points to Emily while jawing at a ringside fan. Stone yanks Emily up to her feet, whipping her into the ropes. Emily leaps over Stone's doubled over form and delivers another Mushroom Stomp. Matt rolls out of the way, avoiding the second Mushroom Stomp. Emily lands on her feet, Stone and her both spin around, Emily with a leg sweep takes him off his feet.

Brian Rentfro: That dirty cheater!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, Stone is that.

Emily is in the ropes, Stone pulls himself up to his feet. Matt with a clothesline, Emily ducks under, springing off the top rope and connecting with a falling neckbreaker!

Jon McDaniel: What a move!

Brian Rentfro: Bet she got it out of 101 Dirty Cheats for the Losers At Heart.

Jon McDaniel: Didn't you write that book?

Emily lays there for a moment before she is able to pulls herself up and towards the corner. Emily climbs the turnbuckles, before launching herself at the prone Matt Stone.

Jon McDaniel: Corkscrew 630 Senton!

Brian Rentfro: Impressive.

Jon McDaniel: What? You are saying impressive?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, that you knew the move's name.

Jon McDaniel: Emily with the Solar Flare has this match in very firm control now.

Emily pulls Stone up, Stone counters with a punch to the kidneys!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah Stone!

Jon McDaniel: Is that move 59 or what number is it exactly.

Brian Rentfro: Seve... hey what are you talking about?

Matt with a knee into the ribs before delivering a rib cracking karate kick into the same exact spot. Stone with a swift kick to the back of Emily's knees brings her into a kneeling position.

Brian Rentfro: Kneel Before Zod you Challenger that is definitely gonna lose!

Jon McDaniel: That.. was... lame.

Stone lifts Emily up, dropping her with the C-C-C-C-Combo Breaker.

Brian Rentfro: Count the three ref, this match is over.

One!


Two!


Three!


Eric Emerson: Winner of the match and Stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill Pioneer Wrestling Association's Intercontinental Champion... Matt Stone!

Matt Stone rises to his feet, shunning the referee the moment he hands him the title. He then makes for the corner and hoists it into the air.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and gentlemen Matt Stone retains once again.

Brian Rentfro: None of these losers are ever going to stop him, that's why they want to throw five opponents at him at a time.

Jon McDaniel: Well be that as it may he's a winner tonight. And that's all we've got time for. So join us next week folks when we'll have Scott Nash Strader vs Matthew Engel, Emily Corlen taking on Sarah James and our second Crimson Cup second round match between Enika Engel and Rayn.

Brian Rentfro: Assuming either of them are walking yet after last week.

A last shot of the Intercontinental Champion, with his title in the air, daring anyone to stop him.