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


02-28-2011


Farewell


The lights go out.

A single light winks in and out of existence on the ramp. Then another. Then a third, as "Rising Mercury" by Nick Ingman comes to life over the PA. Just barely visible, a heavy fog begins to settle in on the ramp and migrate down to the fans - Teresa Quaranta enters on foot this time, wearing an olive wreath, an elaborate white toga with gold trim, and of course, the PWA Title. Microphone in hand, she checks her pulse at the top before heading down, followed by her usual spotlight.

Teresa Quaranta: Kids... I don't know if you heard, but I went on a business trip to St. Louis last week... it was a really hectic experience. It put a lot of wear and tear on me. But business? Well, business was good.

She slides into the ring, dusting off her toga.

Teresa Quaranta: I put my body and my reputation on the line for this. And this was going to be my last chance for a long time, because let me tell you, I was NOT going to sign up for a tournament called Who's the Man. See, if you win the title at Genesis, you get a few benefits. Yes, you go into history main eventing one of the hugest shows around, and yes you have the title, but more importantly than that... you get to sit and watch Who's the Man. And everybody in the locker room is tearing each other up while you smoke a corn cob pipe and swift brandy and strut around backstage in an expensive robe and slippers. Or a toga and wreath, depending on your taste in silly decorations.

The crowd chuckles a little and Teresaslowly brings the mic to her lips.

Teresa Quaranta: But I did it, I climbed the mountain, I lived the dream, and now I have an announcement.

A long pause as she surveys everyone.

Teresa Quaranta: I... sort've feel like I could make a run at the longest title reign!

The crowd gives a loud cheer as she looks back to the ramp.

Teresa Quaranta: I feel like I could fight everybody backstage! Simon Kalis? Bring your bald ass down here. Matt Stone? Absolutely. Chamelion? Probably faking it!

Teresa looks to ringside, where we now notice Chamelion, in a wheelchair after his brutal injuries at Genesis, rolling his eyes a bit at the champion, but struggling not to laugh.

Teresa Quaranta: I'm half expecting you to jump out of that chair. You're sneaky,you know. Brian Renfro! Yeah, don't look shocked, Brian, you've got an asskicking coming to you sooner or later.

She pauses and bites her lip.

Teresa Quaranta: Maybe not all at once, but if you got in a line and gave me a couple weeks to recover? Totally. But all kidding aside...

She pauses and puts on a more serious tone.

Teresa Quaranta: As everybody and their mother knows by now, I inked a deal with Victory Wrestling a few weeks ago. It's the newest affiliate of the AOWF, it's the brainchild of my longtime friend Lisa Seldon. And hopefully... the better it does, the better Rebel Pro and BWF and PWA do. A lot of people are saying that bringing back the AOWF is a little bit too ambitious in this economic climate. That the money isn't flowing like wine anymore, and it's too much space for not enough talent. I've always believed anyone dedicated enough can win. But true talent creates talent.

She nods as the fans applaud politely.

Teresa Quaranta: I want to make absolutely sure that Victory Wrestling gets the best possible start, that is stands out as a world class company. And even though a championship might be great for my ego... and folks, it's really, really great for my ego, I can't stress that enough...

She takes the belt off her shoulder and looks at it.

Teresa Quaranta: I can't do that as a special attraction. I need to be right in the trenches with the rest of the roster. So, while you might see me on Chaos a couple times in the future... my time as PWA Champion is at an end, effective right now.

She steps through the ropes and onto the floor.

Teresa Quaranta: I've already made peace with the fact that my title run is going to be like a blip in the history books. "Won at the biggest event of the year against the most feared man in PWA, held the title for a week, dropped it."

She looks down at the belt wistfully, then to the PWA owner. Then to the ramp.

The Announcement!


Brian Rentfro: Yay, she’s gone! I’m safe.

Jon McDaniel: You bring these things upon yourself. I find it sad, Teresa gave her all, squeaked out a perfect victory over Simon Kalis and put an end to his reign. She will be sorely missed.

Brian Rentfro: Says you!

As the announcers bicker, Chamelion rolls over and picks up a mic from the announcers table, causing Jon and Brian to go quiet.

Chamelion: Can’t say I’m surprised.

He shrugs.

Chamelion: I’d heard whispers in the wind Teresa would do this tonight. It’s a shame to lose her, but I swore that no matter how things turned out with the arrival of Victory Wrestling, I’d be supportive.

He grins.

Chamelion: And yeah, Teresa, I’m a tricky bastard. Sucks I couldn’t just hop up on queue though. As it is, we have a vacant title. I hate vacant titles. It insults the history and lineage. However, the timing couldn’t be better. Who’s the Man is coming up, and I can see no better way then to find a new champion to hold the PWA World title, then the Franchise of the PWA, the MAN! Whomever he may be. So, as of now, whomever wins the Who’s The Man? Tournament will be officially crowned PWA World Champion!

Jon McDaniel: Nice!

Brian Rentfro: Saw it coming.

Chamelion: Of course, some may question why I don’t just hand the title back to Simon Kalis. To those people I say… Are you kidding me!? I got my company back, the title’s off that ass-hat and he’s NOT going to be in the tournament. I couldn’t be happier… unless I had my legs under me. So, let’s get on with the show and find out who will be joining the other four elite superstars, already in the Who’s the Man? Tournament! Got it!?

Chamelion rolls away to the back.

Jon McDaniel: The Tournament, already prestigious, takes on a whole new level!

Brian Rentfro: This happened once before, back in 1999. Rage left the title vacant and it went up for grabs, with Raizzor defeating Dr. Steven Remo in the finals.

Jon McDaniel: And now, history is going to come full circle, one of eight top superstars is going to earn not only what they expected; bragging rights and the Franchise of the PWA for 2011, but the World title itself. Should make for one hell of a tournament.

Brian Rentfro: But before we find out who joins the likes of Hayes and Engel in the tourney, we have a title match to open tonight's festivities.

Xan Vaxman vs Icetank

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match


DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is our opening contest and it is for the Grizzly Beer Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…”

"Stone Cold Crazy" by Metallica hits the BlazenTron as the stage erupts with pyro. The crowd begins cheering wildly as Icetank walks out onto the stage. In one hand, he holds a pool cue, in his other hand, he holds a bottle of Jack Daniels. He takes a swig from the bottle and laughs, then walks down the ramp as more pyro goes off along the sides of the ramp. When he reaches the ring, Icetank takes another swig off the bottle of Daniels, then tosses the pool cue into the ring. He slides inside the ring, grabs the pool stick again, then begins taunting for the crowd until his music fades.

Eric Emerson: “Weighing in at two hundred, eighty seven pounds, this is Icetank! And his opponent, weighing in tonight at two hundred, twenty-two pounds, he is the reigning Grizzly Beer champion, Xan Vaxman!”

“Shut me up” plays throughout the arena as the crowd pops again, seeing their Grizzly Beer Champion coming out. He walks straight to the ring in a no-nonsense manner and slides under the bottom rope, referee Scott Swindell ensured Icetank stays back. Xan gets to his feet and walks over to Eric, whispering something in his ear. Eric nods and begins to speak again.

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed that this contest will now be held under submission rules!”

Eric relays the message that was given to him and hurries out of the ring as Icetank smirks, hitting his left hand with the pool cue in his right. Xan hands the GB title over to Scott who holds it high in the air before handing it off to Eric who is now out of the ring, the bell sounds.

Jon McDaniel: “What a show we have for you tonight. To start things off, we have a bout for the Grizzly Beer Championship, a title that Xan officially won just last week at Genesis.”

Brian Rentfro: “That’s right, every title officially changes hands minus one of the PWA Tag Titles, and now we can see if Xan can set one of the shortest reigns in PWA history.”

Jon McDaniel: “Are you going to call this one down the middle for a change?”

Brian Rentfro: “Of course, I always do! I like to see what both these guys can do.”

Icetank charges at Xan off the bat and swings the cue for his head, but Xan ducks and spins around, meeting Icetank with a jab, a second one, then a third, causing Icetank to drop the cue. Vaxman bounces off the ropes behind him and hits Icetank with a clothesline. It rocks the big man, but he doesn’t go down. Xan backs up and hits the ropes again, this time hitting Ice with a forearm blast to the jaw, Icetank backing up a step, but still up. The champion backs up a this time and charges at the Challenger, but Xan get’s leveled with a big boot from Icetank!

Jon McDaniel: “What a boot!”

Brian Rentfro: “Xan’ll be picking up his teeth at the end of this one!”

Ice goes over and grabs his cue, holding it high in the air. Vaxman starts getting up holding his jaw and is struck in the back with the Pool Cue! The Champion falls down to his knees, but starts to get up again and this time the back of his head is hit with the cue, the cue breaking and Xan falls through the ropes to the floor, the crowd cheering as Icetank tosses half of the cue into the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: “There’s a special souvenir.”

Jon McDaniel: “Or a law suit”

Icetank gets out of the ring and chases after Xan who has his head under the ring apron. Icetank grabs Xan’s right foot and drags him backwards, Xan is holding a fire extinguisher and turns the hose at Icetank, blasting him in the face! White smoke goes everywhere in the immediate area and Icetank releases Xan and backs up, holding his eyes. Xan starts to get up and as Icetank struggles to find the ring apron, Xan hits Icetank in the back of the right leg with the extinguisher. Icetank drops to one knee and Xan aims the red canister at the back of Icetank head, clubbing him with the strong blow from behind as he shouts out.

Xan Vaxman: “Allow me to break the ice!”

Brian Rentfro: “That will put the fire out in Icetank eyes”

Jon McDaniel: “What? His eyes weren’t on fire”

Brian Rentfro: “No, but you can have fire in your eyes…when you’re determined to, you know what, never mind, call the action”

Jon McDaniel: “Come to think of it, shouldn’t you be wearing a dress?”

Brian Rentfro: “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Vaxman had rolled Ice back in the ring now and gotten in after him, having found a steel chair under the ring as well. Xan set up the steel chair between the middle and top turnbuckle in one of the corners, the crowd buzzing wondering what was going to be seen. Xan goes over to Icetank and attempts to whip the bigger man into the corner, but the move is reversed and Xan gets shot off into the corner. Xan barely get’s his foot up to stop the momentum and Icetank charges in only for the quick thinking Xan to drop down and drop toe hold Icetank into the steel chair. Icetank’s head hits the chair and dents it, the chair falling out to the mats and Icetank staggers backwards. Icetank stands dazed in the center of the ring as Xan measures him up and hits him in the jaw with his fist.

Brian Rentfro: “Say hello to his four best friends!”

John McDaniel: “What a vicious shot by Xan Vaxman.”

Brian Rentfro: “But he can’t pin him, he has to get him to submit!”

Xan goes over to his head as the crowd cheers. Xan starts to undo the tape around his wrist.

Jon McDaniel: “What’s Xan doing now?”

Brian Rentfro: “I think he’s going to put the big guy to sleep, permanently”

Jon McDaniel: “He’s going to kill him?!?”

Brian Rentfro: “No you idiot, it just sounds better, don’t take everything so literally”

Xan lifts Icetank’s head and wraps the tape around his throat and sinks in his version of a sleeper hold. The camera picks up on what Xan’s saying.

Xan Vaxman: “Goodnight Snowglobe! It was Ice to meet you”

Referee Scott Swindell comes over and checks on Icetank before raising his arm in the air and releasing it, the arm falling to his side as the crowd chants out.

1!

Swindell raises Icetank’s arm a second time and releases it, again it falls to his side.

2!

Now Xan, sensing victory, wrenches again on Icetank’s neck as Scott raises his arm a third time, the arm falling down to the side again as the crowd yells out

3!

The bell rings and Xan releases the hold on Icetank and stands up, victorious. The crowd cheers on and ‘Shut me up” plays over the loud speakers, Xan receiving his Grizzly Beer championship. He holds the title high in the air.

Jon McDaniel: “”Xan has his first title defense under his belt, congratulations go out to Xan”

Brian Rentfro: “If they’re going to be as brutal as this, I’m all for it! Long Live Xan Vaxman!”

The Odd Couple Returns


The camera cuts backstage to find Jethro Hayes sitting in his dressing room, the "2010 Year In Review" PWA magazine opened up in his lap. He looks down at a picture that only he can see clearly and he closes the magazine, the camera never getting a clear shot of the picture he kept staring at since the clip began. Jethro stands up, laying the magazine on the table before he walks towards the room's door, the camera following his every movement.

Jethro walks out of his room and down the hallway towards some destination that only himself knows. The camera cuts from angle to angle to keep him in view before he comes up on a door marked "Matthew Engel".

The scene cuts inside Engel's room showing him preparing for his match later tonight when there is a knock at the door. The camera cuts back to show Jethro knocking on the door and as it slowly opens up, Matthew Engel is shocked to see Jethro standing there.

Jethro Hayes: Matt...I know this ain't exactly proper me knocking on your door, but I'd like to talk to you about something.

Matthew Engel: It's been a strange ride since my return, but hell.. why not?

Jethro nods his agreement before waiting to be let in.

Jethro Hayes: I've got something you'd probably like to hear, Matthew.

Matthew Engel: Do you? You here to get that ultimate rubber match you've been wanting for over a year now? I guess nearly ending our careers and lives at Overdrive wasn't enough for you.

Jethro looks at Matthew's shoulder and waist before staring back at Engel's glare; and smiling a knowing smile.

Jethro Hayes: Not quite, but that's for a later discussion. I've got something else in mind, that I'm sure you'd like to hear. May I?

Engel slowly opens up the door, allowing Jethro into the room.

Matthew Engel: What has the almighty Jethro Hayes got in store for me this time?

The door shuts and Jethro sits on Engel's couch, pointing at the "2010 Year In Review" PWA magazine.

Jethro Hayes: Looked at that yet?

Engel just shakes his head in disgust.

Matthew Engel: I'm trying to forget it, to be honest. Nothing good happened to me in 2010, excepting beating the *beep* out of you and Scott at Summer Sizzler.

Jethro smiles.

Jethro Hayes: Hopefully you didn't forget everything.

Jethro holds the magazine in his lap and opens it up.

Jethro Hayes: How long since you held gold Matthew?

Engel stands there, leaning against the wall.

Matthew Engel: It's been a long time, Jethro. I've tried to forget the reason why my last championship I earned was stolen from me.

Jethro rolls his eyes.

Jethro Hayes: Just take a look at this and if you aren't interested I'll walk out and the story is over.

Matthew reaches out, grabbing the magazine and jerking it out of Jethro's hands.

Matthew Engel: What's your point?

Jethro Hayes: Well the fact is this, any team better?

Matthew takes a moment, thinking on it.

Jethro Hayes: Were they ever defeated?

Matthew Engel: No...they certainly weren't.

Jethro Hayes: Is there any reason they can't be reunited?

Matthew looks up at Jethro.

Matthew Engel: Do you honestly want me to answer that question? Not to mention, they're both fixated on their singles career right now.

Jethro pauses for a moment, thinking about what Engel just said.

Jethro Hayes: You're probably right. But a PWA Tag Team, whether they are champions or not, can still go after singles gold. They are not chained down by the tag team championships anymore.

Engel nods, thinking on it.

Matthew Engel: Yeah, I suppose you're right.

Jethro Hayes: So, why can't they reunite, dominate the tag team division like they did briefly before, bring some prestige back to the titles, and still concentrate on their singles career?

Jethro stands up, walking towards the door.

Jethro Hayes: You think on it and then we'll talk.

The scene cuts to show the photo that Engel was looking at. It is a photo of Jethro and Matthew holding the PWA Tag Team Championship belts after defeating The Order of Chaos at Who's The Man?! 2010.

Ash Nuken vs Jacob Collins

Singles Match


Ash Nukem and Collins lock up in the middle of the ring, Ash Nukem gets the advantage with a go behind. Collins is now in a rear waistlock and Ash Nukem lifts up and plants Collins with a German suplex. Another, and a third as Collins is sent flying across the ring. Ash Nukem is quick to follow up as he stalks down Collins, who is sitting up in the corner, facing away from Ash Nukem. Ash Nukem taps Collins on the shoulder as Collins looks up, Ash Nukem punches down on Collins's face and his eyes roll back into his head. Ash Nukem slaps the taste out of Collins's mouth, bringing him back around to the world of the conscious. Collins obliges with a uppercut, from the mat, into Ash's downturned face. Ash stumbles backwards and Collins flips over to his hands and knees; he gets into a charging position. Ash brings his hand down across his face in order to clear the sweat from his face. Collins charges and Ash drops to the mat. As he falls, he places his two feet together and plants them right into the charging Stevenson's midsection and pushes him up and overwards with the move and Collins is sent flying once again.

Jon McDaniel: What a superb move from Ash Nukem there.

Brian Rentfro: Collins has only had the one punch as offense in this match.

Ash again stalks his opponent. Collins grabs the trunks of Ash and yanks him into the corner and Ash lands face first on the padding. He bounces back, clutching at his face, and Collins lands a right hand, then spins with a back fist back elbow combination. Collins is forcing Ash into the corner, and is content to deliver some damage there. In the corner, Ash Nukem is receiving high knee strikes from Collins, stiff rib shots, and Collins lands a shoulder tackle that winds Ash in an instant. Collins reaches out Irish whipping Ash across the ring, reverse from Ash Nukem and Collins is sent running to the opposite corner. He runs up the turnbuckle padding to leap over the charging Ash Nukem. Collins lands on his feet, grinning behind Ash Nukem. Ash ducks down, hearing Collins running, and Collins runs chest first into the corner. He stumbles backwards and Ash is there with a roll up.

ONE...

TWO...

Collins gets a shoulder up.

Brian Rentfro: Close call there for Collins.

Jon McDaniel: There is a lot of fight in this kid.

Ash Nukem gets off of Collins, intending for more damage, but Collins rolls under the bottom rope. Ash Nukem makes to follow, but Collins delivers a shoulder block to Ash though the ropes. Collins then springs to the top rope, flips over Ash Nukem, and sweeps the legs out from under Ash in one fluid movement. Collins wastes no time in bringing Ash back up to his feet and Irish whips him into the far corner.

Jon McDaniel: Collins is going for it!

Brian Rentfro: Ash Nukem ducks, and look!!

Ash Nukem connects with the Sensory Overload and falls on Collins, knowing his move has done it once again and awaits the count.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: The Winner of the match... ASH NUKEM!

The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny!


We return backstage where Chamelion has returned to his make-shift office, settling in behind his desk and setting the PWA World title on the desk to his left. Barely has he sat the belt down then the door bursts open and Simon Kalis storms in.

Simon: Sommers!

Chamelion: That’s my name, don’t wear it out or I’ll make you buy me a new one.

Kalis stops, his rant stifled.

Simon: What!?

Chamelion: Sorry, just watched Batman returns. What can you do for me?

Simon glares and doesn’t take the bait.

Simon: I want my belt back.

Chamelion raises an eyebrow.

Chamelion: Are your pants falling off?

Simon roars, grabs the wooden chair opposite Chamelion’s desk and throws it, crashing against the wall and it breaks in two.

Simon: You fucking know what I mean! Teresa vacated the title. It’s mine, I want it back!

Chamelion scratches his head.

Chamelion: And how, pray tell, do you come to this conclusion? You lost to Teresa, you’re no longer champion.

Simon spits.

Simon: It was a travesty, you know it, I know it. That title belongs to me. Give it back or I’ll…

Chamelion’s humor vanishes and he glares back.

Chamelion: You’ll what!? Throw a tantrum? Already doing so? Make some big stable and try to take my company? Did it, failed. Commit suicide cause you don’t get your way? I know your M.O. kiddo. But don’t threaten me, because history has proven it doesn’t work for you.

Simon shakes silently, and he tones his voice down.

Simon: Mark Sommers. I am a former PWA Champion. I was the last holder. I did not give the belt up like that bitch did. I fought for it, I earned it. I believe I am entitled to have it returned to me.

Amused, Chamelion scratches his chin in thought.

Chamelion: Well voiced. Okay, here.

Suddenly, Chamelion tosses the title into Simon’s waiting arms. Simon blinks in surprise.

Simon: Mark, I…

Chamelion: Hold up. See, I’m not recognizing you as champion. You’re not. But… I’ll make you a deal. Win your match tonight, and you’ll be declared officially the new PWA World Champion. I’ll inform the competitors in the Who’s the Man Tournament that it’s going back to it’s original concept. They’ll cope. However.

And the Cheshire smile grows wide.

Chamelion: Lose, and you’re done.

Simon’s pleased expression disappears.

Simon: Done!?

Chamelion: Done. Over. End of the Line. Finito! Exit stage left. You lose, and you are fired!

Simon’s jaw drops.

Simon: You can’t do that!

Chamelion: Funny. I think I can. You made an ultimatum coming in here. I’m making one in return. Win, you’re PWA champion. Lose, you’re fired. So the question is, kiddo… how important is that title to you?

Simon’s eyes get defiant and he tosses the PWA title on his shoulder.

Simon: You may not recognize me as champ, but my fans will, and after tonight you’ll be forced to acknowledge it as well!

Chamelion smirks.

Chamelion: I love your confidence! By the way, it's a two out of three falls match. And, funny enough, you haven’t even asked who you’re facing.

Simon Kalis’ bravado fades, realization that his elation at the chance to be champion put the thought out of his head. Suddenly, he looks grim.

Simon: Oh, you fucking son of a …

The lights go out. When they come back, Simon is face to face with The Soul-Taker, Raizzor.

Raizzor: Tonight.

Simon backs away two steps to put distance between them. Raizzor’s lips curl into a dark smile.

Raizzor: You’re mine.

The lights flicker off momentarily and when they return, Raizzor is gone. Simon snears.

Simon: I’m not afraid of your parlor tricks! And you, Sommers, I’ll take on all four of your Raizzors! This title is mine, and I’m your PWA World Champion. GOT IT!

Kalis turns and storms out the door, slamming it with force. Chamelion just leans back in his wheel chair, the Devious smile well in place and he quips.

Chamelion: That couldn’t have gone better if I’d had written it out myself.

He laughs as we go back to ringside.

Dos Caras vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match


Jon McDaniel: So as I'm sure everyone's probably aware of, we've been joined at ringside by none other than Mark Zout.

Brian Rentfro: Totally awesome if you ask me.

Mark Zout: Why thank you, Brian. I appreciate the warm welcome guys.

Jon McDaniel: But no one asked you, Brian.

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

Mark Zout: So does he think he's Japanese or something? Weird entrance.

Brian Rentfro: I've wondered myself, Mark. Isn't he from San Mateo, California? Must watch a lot of Deathnote and Naruto in his free time.

Jon McDaniel: He's a unique and highly talented individual, if I may say so.

Brian Rentfro: No one asked you, Jon.

Mark Zout: Am I the only one who remembers Cody Bogard used to come out to the theme song for Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers?

Perfect Cell's Theme hits the System thumping. The real musics starts, as Dos Cara 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 he 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. Cara 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. He steps over to the ropes near the announcers table and has a few words for Zout at ringside.

DING DING DING

Cody Bogard's quick to capitalize on the distracted Dos Cara, he rushes forward and missile dropkicks Cara in the back of the head sending him face first into the turnbuckle. Cara bounces off, stumbling back as Bogard DDTs him into the canvas. Cara however is quick to get to his feet, tripping Cody to keep him down on his way up. He grabs ahold of the top rope with both hands, and uses it as leverage as he stomps down multiple times on the back of Cody Bogard's head, relentless in attack. Finally referee Dwayne Cross stops Dos and he backs up willingly. As Bogard gets up Cara positions himself quickly, laying him out with a back body drop.

Brian Rentfro: Bogard almost ended this very quickly.

Mark Zout: Maybe Dos should pay attention to Cody "Cody Bogard" Bogard instead of me.

Brian Rentfro: HILARIOUS! Hahaha! Bogard Bogard.


Jon McDaniel: I don't get it.

Mark Zout: You wouldn't, Jon.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah!

Bogard gets up slowly, Cara waiting like a leapord about to pounce and as he does Bogard counters quickly with a bionic elbow sending Cara back. Bogard with a left now, Cara responds with a right. Bogard throws another left and as Cara goes for a right he fakes it, instead sending a kick into Bogard's gut and grabbing him, locking Bogard's arms and planting him with a double armed DDT. Bogard is up but stumbles back, Cara now rushes forward with a clothesline but Bogard ducks. Cara however quickly latches onto Bogard and hits a reverse snap suplex laying Bogard down and out. Cara begins to lock Bogard up in an armbar but Bogard grabs onto Cara's arms and pushes him back. Dos Cara is now backed away as Cody Bogard returns to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Some well paced back and forth action here folks. Cara showing us he has some skills to hang with the former PWA Intercontinental Champion.

Brian Rentfro: When you're right, you're right.

Mark Zout: And when you're bored, you're bored.

Cara rushes Bogard and goes for a missile dropkick which Bogard reverses. Bogard flips Cara away and awkwardly powerbombs him to the canvas but Cara isn't done yet as he rolls away and jumps back to his feet. Bogard charges but Cara leaps over him and grabs his arms, spinning him around and planting The Crisis Ace with a thunderous facebuster! Cara hooks the leg and covers!

1!

TW-KICK OUT!

Cara violently kicks out, throwing an elbow in Bogard's face as he rolls himself away and now onto his feet. Cara screams as he charges, spearing Bogard into the turnbuckle. Cara now works on Cody's midsection, throwing a flurry of fists before finishing it off by quickly jumping up the turnbuckle and crashing his knee into Bogard's face with great skill and agility. At this very moment Dos Cara grabs onto Bogard as well, hitting a northern lights suplex off the turnbuckle. The arena errupts into cheers now, amazed at the raging comeback.

Jon McDaniel: Cara looks to be taking control of the contest right now. Don't think he took too kindly to the pinfall kick out from Bogard.

Brian Rentfro: That's an obvious understatement.

Mark Zout: He's just being a big emotional baby, it'll cost him in the end.

Bogard with an enziguri kick takes Cara down as he tries to get up! Bogard bounces off the ropes and drops a stiff elbow over Dos Cara's throat, he covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Bogard is quick to kick out just after the two and Cara shakes his head. As Cara gets up he turns around Bogard gets himself up and gets to Cara, laying him out quickly with a fallaway slam. Bogard heads to the top rope and raises his arms high as he flies off landing a perfectly executed frog splash. Cara seems out of it, but Bogard isn't done as he lifts Cara up high into the air now, but before he can drop him Cara pushes himself down onto his feet and gets out of Bogard's hold. Dos Cara with a spinning heel kick so vicious spit flies from Bogard's mouth as he spins and hits the canvas. Cross leans down to check on him as Dos Cara signals it's time to end it.

Mark Zout: Time for everyone to Mark Out!

Jon McDaniel: Wait.

Zout throws his headset off and jumps over the announcers table.

Jon McDaniel: What?!

Brian Rentfro: Oh boy.

Zout hops onto the apron and Dos Cara goes right for him but Zout pulls a metallic object from his tights and smacks it across Dos Cara's head as Cara reaches him. Zout chucks the weapon aside and makes a run up the entrance ramp, all smiles. Bogard is finally getting his feet and rubbing his jaw and both he and Dwayne Cross are surprised to see Dos Cara laid out. Bogard grabs Dos Cara and lifts him up, spins him around and up and hits the Kikosho Driver! The crowd cheers as Bogard hooks both legs!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Bogard rolls away and gets back to his feet, satisfied with adding another win to his record as Cross raises his hand. Dos Cara slides out of the ring and runs up the entrance ramp to give chase to Mark Zout.

Jon McDaniel: That was an injustice carried out before our eyes folks.

Brian Rentfro: I know. A Cody Bogard win? Ugh. I can feel people tuning out to watch Dancing With The ROFLS right now.

McDaniel rolls his eyes.

It's All Fun and Games


We come in to a scene of a children’s playground, complete with a set of swings, a slide and a sandbox.. It’s pitch black outside save a street light ten feet behind the sandbox on the other side of a paved path. There must be a light breeze as one of the swings is moving back and forth, you can make out a children’s voice singing 'Ring around the Rosie' as the swing moved back and forth. The camera slowly moved over to the sandbox where standing in the middle is Matt Stone. He’s wearing a hoodie over his head and shadowing his face, a loose pair of jeans and a pair of sneakers, barely visible with the light and the sand.

Matt: Well it looks like congratulations are in order. Duff Côte d`Ivoire, you beat me at Genesis to finally get yourself an Intercontinental title reign, good for you. I hope you’re proud of yourself Duff, I truly do, because you not only won a championship at Genesis, you won something else. You won my disdain, you won my vengeance, you won my hatred. Not because you took my title, that I can get back at anytime I see fit, no, because of what you did to Liz. You think I’d just look past that, didn’t you? Well that’s not something I’m just going to look the other way about. She’s a woman you arrogant little asshole, and you just boot her in the head like it’s nothing.

You see Duff, I underestimated you. I’ll freely admit it, I thought you were all fun and games, trying to entertain the people and get them on your side. I don’t care what all those children in the audience cheer or boo. They’re like the clique of children that play in this park each and every week. Sure, there’s always a bully among them, I just never pinned you as that bully. Kicking a defenseless woman in the head though Duff? You little cunt, that’s going too far!”

Matt pulls back the hoodie and takes a step towards the camera.

Matt: “You’ve awoken the beast now, Duff, I hope you’re ready for it. I won’t rest until you go down Duff, and I don’t mean on your cock-slurping man servant, either. I will make you suffer for what you’ve done, make you feel the same hurt that Liz felt. Your fate as already been carved in Stone Duff, watch where you’re going, because I won’t be far behind. I may be a former Wrestler of the Year, I may have more accolades in this company than you could ever hope to accomplish, but I won’t rest Duff until I see you in the hospital where you belong.”

Stone calms down, pulling the hoodie back over his head as he walks out of the sandbox and starts to walk down the path, the camera following him.

Matt: “But when one door closes, another one opens…somehow. Well this mysterious phenomenon has occurred once again for Matt Stone with the Whose the Man tournament. Four matches stand between me and officially being ‘the man’ here in PWA. But the road won’t be easy, I’ve got to go through fourteen of the PWA’s best…and Mark Zout. In true Mark Zout fashion, he was the first to be eliminated, good for you Mark, you tried your best I’m sure. A few others have already fallen as well, leaving the winners of Genesis to be Cody Bogard, Matthew Engel, Dos Cara and Jethro Hayes. Two formidable men, one guy I’ve already beaten for the Intercontinental championship and another I’m pretty sure I’ve beaten before several times, but I’ll have to double check the facts. Nevertheless, I’ll go through whomever I have to before I get back to you Duff. You’re just lucky that this little side project has come along to keep me busy for a few weeks. All I ask you, Duff, is that you keep the Intercontinental championship for a respectable amount of time, I want it to remain like that when I pry it from your unconscious body.”

Stone stops walking and the camera swings around to a front shot, the light barely makes Stone visible from the distance.

Matt: “Just a warning to all of you in this tournament. I’m not fucking around. No, to me each one of you that I step into the ring with will just be another Duff Man. You’ll all be six foot seven, you’ll all have that shit eating grin on your faces and you’ll have that size thirteen boot. In four weeks, when all the dust clears and everything is settled. I promise you you’ll know…”

Matt pushes back the hood and get’s right in the camera

Matt: “That I’m the fuckin’ man!”

Stone walks passed the camera violently and knocks it over, the shot just of being up in the stars.

The Redeemer vs Matthew Engel

Singles Match


The Jobber Blues House Band begins to play a jazzy rendition of "Slaughterama" by GWAR. Robert Greenberg steps out from behind the curtain and walks to the top of the ramp. He smirks and looks around at the cheering crowd, waving.

Robert Greenberg: GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GERMS! I AM ONE RUDE, CRUDE DUDE WITH A ROCK-AND-ROLL ATTITUDE! ROBERT GREENBERG!

The crowd goes bananas.

Robert Greenberg: And now, HERE IS YOUR HOST... HE TOWERS OVER MOST OF HIS COMPETITION AT 6'7", AND WEIGHS IN AT 275 LBS. ... YOUR INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...HE IS DUFF-MAAAN!

The band plays on and Duff-Man emerges from the back. His million-dollar-smile can be seen from the nosebleeds, and he's wearing a blue-and-white pinstripe sport jacket. He waves to the crowd, blows kisses, and gives out high-fives as if they were going out of style. He stops at ringside to give his cheap sunglasses to some lucky fan.

Duff looks in the ring and smiles as he climbs the stairs. He gets in the ring and walks over to his corner. He hands off his freshly won PWA Intercontinental Championship to Dwayne Cross, and begins to stretch for his match. Greenberg's mic properly falls back into the hands of Eric Emerson, thank God.

Eric Emerson: And Duff-Man's opponent...hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DING DING!

Duff and Engel circle each other in the ring...Duff nearly foaming at the mouth for finally get a chance at the Virus. Duff taunts Engel a bit as Engel remains calm and calculating. Duff is quick to lift his boot up and try for a boot to the face, but Engel moves out of the way. However Engel sweeps Duff off his feet in the process and Duff hits the mat, but bounces right back up. Duff throws a wild punch and Engel does his best to block it, but gets knocked around a bit in the process. Duff tries a series of left and rights, Engel dodging all of them. Duff fakes the boot to the gut and catches Engel with a spinning backfist. Engel gets knocked into the ropes and Duff tries for a clothesline but Engel ducks underneath. Duff turns around and gets met with a dropkick to the head!

Brian Rentfro: And Engel takes the advantage here as Duff is in the corner.

Jon McDaniel: A nice dropkick from Engel there Brian, but Engel's still feeling that massive backfist.

Engel runs to the corner and smashes his elbow into Duff's face. Engel nails Duff with lefts and rights and gives Duff a kick to the stomach. Duff stumbles out to the middle of the ring and Engel takes Duff down with a russian leg sweep. Engel goes to the ropes and leaps off the middle rope with a moonsault, landing on Duff with a double footstomp.

Brian Rentfro: High Voltage, baby!

Jon McDaniel: A solid aerial move there that has Duff on the run here.

Engel goes for a cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Duff kicks out right after the two. Engel brings Duff up to his feet, but Duff nails Engel with a desperation headbutt. Duff throws a right, then a left, connecting with both. Duff nails Engel with a gutwrench powerbomb right in the middle of the ring!

Jon McDaniel: Good God! Engel almost went THROUGH the ring!

Brian Rentfro: No doubt Duff put everything into that one, but it's gonna take more than that to keep Engel down!

Duff doesn't even bother to cover. He picks Engel up to his feet, driving his right fist into Engel's stomach several times. Duff throws Engel into the turnbuckles and then charges, connecting with a massive clothesline. Duff lifts Engel up and puts him on the top turnbuckle. Duff climbs to the middle rope, wrapping Engel up in a front facelock. He lifts Engel up and over, connecting with a monster superplex. The crowd is going crazy.

Brian Rentfro: Powerbomb to superplex, Engel's back is taking a beating right now. He needs to get back on offense.

Jon McDaniel: Well no duh, Brian, but that's hard to do when Duff is throwing you around like a rag doll!

Again, Duff doesn't bother with a cover. He stomps on Engel viciously, and then brings him to his feet. Engel gets whipped into the ropes. Engel on the way back gets taken down with a massive spinebuster. Duff goes against the ropes and nails Engel with a high impact knee drop to the forehead. Duff comes around Engel's head and puts him in a devastating camel clutch! Engel is clutching at Duff's hands, trying to break free, but Duff's got Engel in the middle of the ring!

Brian Rentfro: This is not good, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Why not? We all know what Engel did to Duff in 2008...and if Engel is really trying to reconcile, then he knows he's getting what he deserves.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's not gonna lay down, Jon!

Engel continues to fight, even moving a few inches toward the ropes. Duff pulls back harder on the clutch, using his massive arms to try to keep Engel in place. Still, Engel manages to climb closer and closer to the ropes. Duff decides to lower his head and taunt Engel, talking smack into his left ear as he has him in the camel clutch. Engel uses a last ditch effort to break toward the ropes as Duff continues his verbal threats, and Engel makes it!

Brian Rentfro: YES! YES!

Engel is exhausted, using everything he had to make it to the ropes and survive..if only for a few more minutes.

Jon McDaniel: Engel is still alive, but that definitely took a lot out of him Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Perhaps, but Engel was true to his word...Duff will need to do so much more to keep him down!

Duff pulls Engel to his feet and gives him a right punch square to the jaw. Engel stumbles back and Duff kicks him in the gut. Engel is doubled over and Duff takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Duff climbs to the top rope as Engel struggles to his feet. Duff comes crashing down with a double axe handle, connecting right on top of Engel's head. Engel falls to the mat and Duff finally goes for a cover.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Jon McDaniel: Close one, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: Too close. But Engel kicked out right before the 3 and Duff is furious.

Duff argues with Dwayne Cross, but Cross stands firm - albeit very scared. Duff rolls his eyes and then turns around. Engel is back on his feet and Duff charges, but Engel sidesteps and trips Duff to the mat. Engel puts Duff in a sleeperhold!

Brian Rentfro: Engel counters with a submission move of his own!

Jon McDaniel: Very basic, but very effective. Looks like Engel has got it locked in now.

However, Duff is a little too close to the ropes and despite an effective hold on him which could put him to sleep, Duff manages to grab the bottom rope forcing the break. Engel lets go as the ref threatens to count and rises back to his feet. Duff is coughing and gasping for air, but he looks at Engel with a scornful look. Duff rises to his feet and goes after Engel. Engel strikes with a roundhouse kick that connects, but it doesn't phase Duff as much as Duff retaliates with a haymaker on Engel that connects. Duff then nails Engel with a gigantic spear, much like what Starr did to him at Genesis. Duff gets to his feet and tries to stomp on Engel as much as he can, but Engel manages to roll out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Engel trying to escape for a moment so he can catch his breath after that dang spear.

Jon McDaniel: That was massive, Brian. 275 pounds coming at you lightning quick right in the gut...

Duff follows Engel to the outside and Dwayne begins the count.

Cross: 1!

But the count is shortlived as Engel senses Duff's presence. Engel rolls quickly back in the ring, reversing the advantage as Duff follows him in. Engel nails Duff with a stiff kick right to the jaw, but Duff is relentless. Engel hits him again in the same spot, and Duff still keeps coming. Finally Engel nails Duff in the gut and executes Images & Words on Duff!

Jon McDaniel: What a knee strike from Engel there!

Brian Rentfro: Engel's already on the top rope!

Virus wastes no time climbing to the top and with his back turned to the ring, he leaps off toward Duff and connects with the Euthanasia. The crowd erupts, and Engel stays on top of Duff for the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!

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

Engel struggles to get to his feet, but does so as he hears his name announced. Duff is coughing and trying to gasp from air, as Engel landed perfectly on his stomach/ribs. Engel leans against the ropes as Cross raises his hand, "Sympathy for the Devil" coming back to life on the PA system as the crowd here goes crazy for these two superstars. Duff is struggling to get to his feet, and Engel hasn't left the ring yet. Engel walks towards Duff, laying a hand on his back and trying to help him to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: What is Duff doing?

Jon McDaniel: Duff's pulling something out of his boots...

Brian Rentfro: Engel doesn't see it! It's a pair of brass knuckles!

Jon McDaniel: Holy sh--

*CRACK*

Engel drops like a bag of bricks as Duff lays him out with a right hand and an assist from the brass knuckles. Cross tries to ring for the bell some more, but Duff grabs him by the shirt and tosses him through the ropes and out of the ring. Engel is still conscious, but bleeding profusely from his nose.

Brian Rentfro: Good God...there's blood all around his head, Jon. Do you really think Engel deserves this?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know...I just really don't know.

Duff drops the brass knucks on the mat. He slides out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Thank God...he's finally -- wait. Wait!

Duff grabs a steel chair from underneath the ring, and re-enters.

Jon McDaniel: Someone's got to stop this. Where's security?!

Engel is using the ropes to get up, he has no idea where he's at. Blood covers his face, as Duff is just waiting...like a predator waiting for its prey. Engel is finally to his feet, being the tough bastard that he is. Engel turns around.

*CRACK!!!!!*

Duff smashes the steel chair on top of Engel's head, much like he did to Warren...and Joe. Engel falls to the mat, and he's out cold. Security floods the ring finally, and keeps Duff from attacking Engel further.

Jon McDaniel: I don't know if that was warranted, Brian. They both have done so much to each other in the past...but someone had to pay tonight. Engel won the battle, but lost the war here.

Brian Rentfro: Duff should be arrested for this, that was bullcrap! Engel was helping Duff up, he wasn't going to attack him.

Duff is being taken to the back by security while EMTs work on Engel. He still isn't moving.

Jon McDaniel: Fans, we'll try to get you an update on Matthew Engel after this heinous attack from Duff, but we've got more Chaos to get through.

I Won! I Won! I Won!


We cut to backstage, where we find Our Grizzly Beer, Intercontinental, and one half of the Tag Team Champion seated around a small table, cards in their hands. The long silence makes us think that possibly someone turned on the wrong camera. We can see Ash Nukem in the background playing Halo: Reach with Simon Kalis.

Duff Cote D'Ivoire: Whose turn is it?

Johnny Maverick: I think it's Xans, but he's still on the phone.

Xan Vaxman: Look, I'm sure he'll be fine. Medical science does a lot of cool things these days... Uh-huh....bye

Xan hangs up his phone.

Duff Cote D'Ivoire: What was that about?

Xan Vaxman: What was what about?

Duff Cote D'Ivoire: The phone call.

Xan Vaxman: Oh. I don't remember.

Johnny Maverick: Your turn Xan.

Xan Vaxman: Right. Duff, Got any fives?

Duff hands Xan a card.

Johnny Maverick: Kinda fortuitous that you beat Gringo for that belt. Now my Grizzly Beer Title reign remains intact.... sort of.

Xan Vaxman: What was that?

Johnny Maverick: Nuthin. Xan, got any threes?

Xan Vaxman: Go fish.

Johnny draws a card from the deck. There is a long pause.

Johnny Maverick: Hey, lets make a stable.

Xan Vaxman: Why? We don't have any horses.

Duff Cote D'Ivoire: I think he means a wrestling group.

Xan Vaxman: Oh. Alright.

Duff Cote D'Ivoire: Yeah, sure. We'll need a name.

A janitor peeks his head in.

Janitor: Hey! You assholes can't be sittin around back here!

Duff Cote D'Ivoire: Well, we're just gonna keep on doing it. You see we are bigger and stronger than you and there are more of us.

Johnny Maverick: So if you wouldn't mind fucking right the hell off.

Janitor: Assholes! You are nothing but a bunch of assholes!

The Janitor slams the door shut and leaves.

Xan Vaxman: We are, aren't we?

Duff Cote D'Ivoire: No doubt about it, there isn't a bigger group of assholes in the world than the four of us.

Johnny Maverick: Four?

Duff motions over to Ash, who is teabagging Simon Kalis's corpse in Halo.

Simon Kalis: Oh you fucking asshole!

Johnny Maverick: Right. He's in.

Xan Vaxman: Whose turn is it?

Johnny Maverick: Oh who gives a shit. Lets go get drunk and wander around a Wal-Mart.

Duff Cote D'Ivoire: Sounds like a plan. Is the kid in?

Johnny Maverick: Hey Ash?

Ash Nukem: Yeah?

Johnny Maverick: You're in our stable.

Ash Nukem: Nifty.

Johnny Maverick: New rule of the stable, never say 'nifty' ever again.

Ash Nukem: Awww.

Xan Vaxman: Now finish kicking Simons ass and come do irresponsible things.

Ash Nukem: I already kicked his ass.

Ash gets off of the couch and walks over to the group, the Tag Title over his shoulder.

Johnny Maverick: Whoa, why do you have that?

Ash Nukem: Just won it off of Simon on a CTF map.

Johnny Maverick: Simon HATES CTF.

Ash Nukem: It was on random play.

Johnny Maverick: Fair enough. Let's roll partner.

The four men leave, leaving the giant mess they made behind. The Janitor comes in and starts cleaning.

Janitor: What a bunch of assholes.

We fade into a commercial for THE CHAOS THEORY BREWERYS SEASONAL BREWS!

The Dead Speak


The scene cuts to backstage. We approach Lean Bean Miller looking very anxious as he motions the camera forward.

LBM: Speculation abounded for many months two years ago when one of PWA's most respected superstars dissapeared without a trace from the AOWF scene ... no, not just the AOWF but the entire world wrestling community. Depending on whether you were a Foe or a Fan these suppositions ranged from rumblings of his retirment to insane inuendoes of his hiding from the MoA to woefull whispers of his demise.

Miller moves down the hallway toward a door marked "Private"

LBM: This reporter has heard from trusted sources that not only are these sad suppositions innacurate but that he is back here among us at the PWA.

Reaching for the door he gives it a knock as he turns back toward the camera with a serious scowl.

LBM: And if these trusted sources are wrong ... Well, then Someone is gonna get Thumped!

After a moment the door opens and we see a tall, familiar, figure standing there.

LBM: Nightmare!! After all of the false leads and vile hearsay it is wonderful to find you back here among ...

Nightmare: ...the Living? (He laughs) Well, as Mr. Clemens is reputed to have quiped, "The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.".

Jonathon Wehali retreats into the room as Lean Bean and the cameraman follow. Nightmare takes a seat in a leather chair at the head of a mahogony conference table.

Nightmare: So, where should I begin? Should we tackle the rumors, launch directly into accusations or just stick with the facts?

LBM: Well, given that the suppositions have already been beaten like a dead horse long ago. I think I and the rest of your still loyal fans would like to know the truth.

Wehali smiles and nods.

Nightmare : Of course, of course. If you think you can handle it. Heh. Well as you know, two years ago I was enroute to Rio de Janiro to make the final preperations for the for my independent wrestling Super Pay Per View, Son Shi 2 ~ The Art of War. During my trip however the plane I was piloting developed engine trouble and went down over the Andes. It seemed at the time that once the Masters of Armageddon were finished with me they decided to terminate not only my services but my life as well.

Lean Bean looks slightly taken back by the news.

Nightmare: Whomever it was, Ridel or perhaps even one of the Engles all I can tell you is, as usual, they failed to get the job done. They did however put a major delay to my plans as it took me the last two years to fully recuperate, but here I am, still standing and ready to return to competition.

Mr. Miller smiles warily.

LBM: Well then, the privilege falls to me to be the first to welcome you back Jon. So, the people will want to know ... are you going to shoot for the PWA World Title?

Nightmare: Eventually, I suppose, but I want prove to the people that after two years of being away from the game that I deserve the shot. After all, this business IS all about what have you done lately and even I always found it extreemly annoying when "Retired" wrestlers came back to the squared circle demanding a major title shot right off the bat. That would be hypocritical. So no, I guess I am not going after the World Championship just yet.

Lean Bean nods attentively as he listens.

LBM: What then are your plans?

Nightmare: To finish some unfinished business. First of all, when my plans were blown out of the sky so to speak I was in contention for the Television Title. I would love the opportunity to compete for that again, the players have changed in that venue, new talent, new challenges to overcome. What better way to remind everyone why I am a competitor to be wary of.

LBM: What about the Who's The Man tournament? Do you have any plans to compete in it this year?

Jon Smiles rougishly.

Nightmare: Of Course!! I'll be throwing my hat into the ring for WTM. Only a fool would let that opertunity pass them by.

LBM: You ARE aware that the first Franchise Player has been issuing a challenge to a remach with you should you return?

Nightmare: Yes, I know Hunter has been chomping at the bit, and I'll give him his chance this summer in Rio when I finally host Son Shi 2. Then, just like his so-called Who's The Man final match, he'll fail to come out on top.

Lean Bean looks about to ask another question when John laughs.

Nightmare: Heck, I think I just might give David Blazenwing the match he has been begging for at NOA. If I am not already in competition, either contending for or defending one title or another.

Lean Bean: Well Jon, I want to wish you the best of luckin the coming weeks, it will be great to see you back in action once more.

Jon dons his signature Gargoyl brand sunglasses and flashes a charismatic smile.

Nightmare: Thanks Lean Bean, but luck is for those who lack skill and talent. Something I have more than enough of to get the job done. As far as seeing me back in action? I'll be back in the ring this march, as soon as we can dot the I's and cross the T's on my new contract. Speaking of which, I best be getting to the PWA offices. It's been good talking with you ageain LB.

Nightmare gets up to leave the room and Mr. Miller stops him.

LBM: Jon, one last question if you don't mind?

Nightmare: Shoot.

LBM: Do you have any words of wisdom to any of the new batch of champions who were just crowned at Genesis?

Wehali nods thoughtfully.

Nightmare: Just one ... I want to offer each and every one of you my congratulations and fair warning that eventually you all will have to deal with this Nightmare.

He turns and heads off down the hallway as Lean Bean finishes up.

LBM: There you have it folks. Nightmare is back and ready to compete, but are his competitors ready for him.

Fade back to the PWA Ring ...

The Phoenix vs Rayn

PWA T.V. Title Match


Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the PWA Television Champion!

Emerson then announces the challenger Rayn, followed by the champion, Phoenix.

As soon as the bell rings they lock up. Rayn knees Phoenix in the stomach, lifts him up and head butts him. The ref immediately gets in his face and starts yelling at him, but Rayn pushes him back. Phoenix, meanwhile, staggers back bleeding above his eyebrow. Rayn tries to grab him but Phoenix rams a right hand into his stomach. Phoenix starts tenderizing his stomach with punches. Phoenix grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Rayn comes back and tries to shoulder block him, but Phoenix drops and drop-toe holds him. Phoenix sits on Rayn's back and grabs him a camel clutch. Rayn is waving his arms trying to the ropes. He seems to pass out after almost a minute. The ref checks his arm.

One.

Phoenix looses the hold a bit. He checks again.

Two.

Phoenix raises his hands in assumed victory but Rayn jumps up and falls backs, crushing Phoenix. Rayn stays on him and goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Phoenix a gets shoulder up. Rayn lifts him up and blasts him with a right hand to the jaw, staggering him back. Rayn hits him with another one, dropping him to the mat. Rayn goes to pick Phoenix up but Phoenix hooks the back of his knee, dropping him to the mat. Phoenix runs into the ropes and baseball slides into his groin. Phoenix stands up and starts stomping on Rayn, who is writhing in pain. Phoenix climbs up top and hits an elbow drop on Rayn. Phoenix picks him up and sets him up for a powerbomb. He can only pull Rayn half-way up, then tosses him forward. Phoenix makes the cover and hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Phoenix picks Rayn up but Rayn jumps up and throws his arms back. Rayn starts throwing right hands into his face. After 2 or 3 punches Phoenix blocks one and throws a punch back at him. Rayn punches him back and Phoenix counters with the same again. After a few more rounds, Phoenix goes for a punch and Rayn blocks, and punches him low in his abs. Phoenix buckles and Rayn takes the opportunity to mount the ropes and flies, but Phoenix moves and Rayn crashes to the canvas. Phoenix then rushes up to the top himself and quickly executes ‘The Ashes’! He covers.

1

2

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Winner, and still PWA Television Champion; The Phoenix!

3-15-11


The scene opens up to a darkening sky as storm clouds gather. There is a rumble of thinder and flashes of lightning as the opening strains of Johnny Cash's "God's gonna cut you down" begin playing.

"You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down"



The camera view pans downward revealing an weathered ghost town. Before our eyes the shadows collect into the form of a black robed figure. He looks around himself at the desolation of the once proud city then, shaking his head in pity, he begins striding forward with a purpouse exiting the abandoned town. We turn to follow him.

"Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down"



The Figure leaves the buildings behind, heading towards a decrepid graveyard. He reaches his palm towards the black iron gates. As if summoned by the man, a strong wind rises to blow open the enterance. A sepiatone image of the famed brothers, the Crimson Dragons, floats by on the breeze, impailing itself on the spiked doors.

"Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "Go do My will!" "



The dark form enters the cemetary, the skies rumbling and flashing. He passes by a tombstone in the form of an angel with open arms. Draped from one arm is a holster bearing a colt peacemaker, the grip engraved with the initials R.L.. Seated by the angels feet is the odd sight of a teddy bear with stintches in the shape of L7 upon the forehead. The cowled form passes by the monument and it begins swaying backward, toppling and crumbling to dust.

"Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down"



The man peers towards the sky as a peel of thunder rings through the area followed by a mornful howl of a wolf. He resumes his trek passes by another tree which bears "DK&ME 4EVER" in a heart carved into it's trunk. A bolt of lightning strikes down to hit the tree instantly setting it ablaze.

"You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down"



While the wind carries away the ashes a confederate flag flutters to the ground at the man's feet. He grinds the tattered banner into the earth under the heel of his black boots as he passes by two tombstones bearing the ledgends: Here Lies ~ J.H. and R.I.P. ~ M.M.

"Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light"


The hooded man finally stops, pausing before a sealed crypt. The wide double door bear a frieze of a bird with spread wings perched upon a pyre. The man glances up to the clouded sky and then back to the doors. A bolt of lightning streaks down from the heavens to crash into the postern causing it to explode outward into burning fragments. The man remains unflinching and untouched.

"You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down"


The dark stranger steps on a fragment of the door turning it over with the toe of his boot to reveal a brass nameplate that reads R.R.. He pauses with a dark and mirthless chuckle before continuing, fading from view. As the scene turns to black.

"Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down"


As Johnny Cash's rumbling barritone fades away The following appears across the black screen ...

3 : 15 : 11



Assholes vs Might & Magic

PWA Tag-Team Title Match


Ash and Moke lock eyes as both men begin to circle the ring. Ash isn't sure how seriously to take the stern look from Moke as Moke twists his head back and forth, so Ash replies with a menacing grin as Johnny rolls his eyes. It's sudden as Moke rushes towards Ash and hits him hard with a stiff left. Moke replies in kind with a hard right, and back and forth they trade blows. Left from Ash, right from Doshkey. Left from Ash, right from Doshkey. Moshkey with his veteran senses cunningly attempts to kick Ash in the gut as he fakes the next hit and lands it clean taking down Nukem a notch. Ash stumbles back momentarily but moves in for a headbutt, but Moshkey in kind dodges by moving out of the way. Ash leaps forward and tackles Moke into the corner and begins throwing a fury of lefts and rights but Moke counters by dodging a fist, twisting Ash's arm and bringing down his elbow over Ash's shoulder. Ash hits the canvas but is quick to get back to his feet. Nukem attempts an arm drag quickly in response, but Moke forces him at the last moment to fall back from it. Both men circle each other once more until Moke throws a right hook, Ash cleanly ducks it and hits a spinning heel kick into Moke's gut. Ash bounces off the ropes and leaps forward with a flying shoulder to Moke's face. Moke stumbles back, still not fully taken down. Ash hops up onto the top rope in his corner and tags Johnny in right before flying off and landing on Moke's shoulders. He flips Moke Doshkey and takes him down hard with a hurricanrana as Maverick climbs the top rope and comes off with a frog splash. The crowd goes nuts! As Moke rolls away he gets tagged out by Dragon.

Dragon and Maverick get into it quick now. Maverick locks Dragon into a wrist lock. Dragon shakes his head and grabs Maverick's arm with his free hand and twists it around, locking Maverick into an armbar and reversing the wristlock. Maverick squirms at first and then spins himself around and puts Dragon in a chinlock. Dragon throws some wild elbows at Maverick and gets out of it. Dragon is quickly tied back up by Maverick though, this time with a waistlock. Dragon grabs on tight to both of Maverick's arms and falls back, using his weight to crush Johnny beneath him. Dragon gets up, pleased with his work as Maverick heads to tag in Ash but Dragon runs up on him quickly and hits him with a flying forearm smash to the back of the head. Dragon grabs Johnny by the throat and pushes the smaller man forward, but Maverick tries to get free and does. Yet Dragon quickly grabs ahold of his head and plants him with a single armed DDT, Mav's face hitting the canvas hard. Ash is stomping his foot from their side and reaching out as far as he can to get Maverick to tag him in. Dragon pulls Maverick back further into the ring and tags in Moke.

Both Dragon and Moke are in the ring now and Ash hops into the ring and charges with Johnny still down on the canvas. Ash leaps up off the canvas and hits a body splash on Dragon that sends both men through the top and middle ropes onto the outside. Moke looks out over the ropes to see if Dragon is alright as Johnny gets up behind him. Maverick grabs him, ANOTHER BODY MURDERED! Maverick hooks the leg!

1!

Dragon looks up and sees what's happening.

2!!

Dragon is about to slide into the ring but Ash grabs him by the legs and holds him back.

3!!!

Winners: Johnny Maverick & Ash Nukem, the team of A.S.S.H.O.L.E.S.!

Announcing the brackets!


Backstage, Chamelion sits in his wheelchair next to a large board, with a cloth over it.

Chamelion: As promised, it's time to reveal the brackets for Who's The Man? and where our four superstars will be placed. Tonight, after the two qualifying matches, we'll come back and see the updated brackets. So, without any further delay.

Chamelion pulls the cover away, and we see the opening list of matches, as they currently stand.


1 Matthew Engel
2 TBD

3 Dos Caras
4 TBD

5 Jethro Hayes
6 TBD

7 Cody Bogard
8 TBD


Chamelion: And now, it's time to find out who will be joining this elite list, to go for the PWA World Championship at Who's The Man!?

Lucious Starr vs Howl

Who's The Man Qualifier


The bell rings and they lock up. Howl tries to get technical early on, trying for a Frankensteiner, but Lucious shoves him back as soon as his feet leave the ground. He rolls back into the ropes. Howl runs at Lucious with a spear, but Lucious lifts his foot, and Howl goes face first into it and drops. Lucious picks him up and lifts him into a suplex. Lucious lifts him up again and sets him up for a spine buster. Instead of slamming him, he puts Howl up top and sets up for a superplex, but Howl recovers and does a top rope sunset flip.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Howl has the upper hand as he picks Lucious up and moves into the corner. He executes a Tornado DDT, but midway through Lucious shoves him off, and Howl flies literally across the ring. Howl rolls back and hits the ropes. He runs at Lucious, and hits a drop kick, which Lucious no-sells. Howl hits the ropes again and does a spinning heel kick, which Lucious also no sells. This time Lucious picks up Howl and whips him into the ropes. Howl jumps up and spring boards off the ropes into a flying side kick into Lucious's face, knocking him over. Howl is up, he jumps up top and hits a moonsault.

1...

2...

Th-KICK OUT!!

Lucious is slowly recovering, up to his hands and knees, but Howl hits the ropes and slide dropkicks into his face. Lucious falls back into a sitting position. Howl charges him and hits a front rolling neck breaker. Lucious sits up again, and when Howl goes for a reverse rolling neck breaker, Lucious ducks and Howl slams into the mat. Lucious gets up, picks up Howl and whips him into the ropes. Howl comes back and hops onto Lucious for the Hurrican rana, but gets powerbombed instead. Lucious places his hand on Howl's chest.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Howl doesn't just kick, but he grabs Lucious's arm for an armbar, and brings Lucious down to his knees. Lucious struggles and manages to grab the ropes. The ref orders the break, which Howl reluctantly obliges. As he stands, telling off the ref, Lucious hits a low blow out of site, and then grabs the tights and rolls Howl up for the cover.

1…

2…

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Lucious Starr (Advances to the Who's The Man!? Tournament.)

This, I Promise


Another trip backstage, this time with Lean Bean Miller in close up.

LBM: Ladies and Gentlemen, with me at this time, about to compete in a very personal match; The Soul-Taker; Raizzor.

The camera pans back to reveal Raizzor, dressed and ready for war.

LBM: Earlier tonight, your brother gave Simon Kalis a daunting opportunity. Win against you, and he is declared PWA World Champion. Lose, and he’s fired. Given the circumstances and how much animosity there is between you two, what are your feelings about the stipulations.

Raizzor looks down at LBM with cold eyes.

Raizzor: Simon Kalis is undeserving of this opportunity. However, my brother’s decision to lure him into this match with me is acceptable. When Simon orchestrated his heinous attempts to take the PWA from my brother and I, he began his journey towards only one possible end. His demise. I have waited for what seems like an eternity for this moment, and with the stakes so high, a chance to remove his filthy presence once and for all from the PWA, I intend to fulfill my goal to destroy him once and for all.

LBM: There was talk this would happen at Who’s The Man. You have not had the time to truly prepare for this match. Do you think this could hinder your chances?

Raizzor: The opposite. I am ready, Miller. I did not wait for our match to be declared official to begin preparing to face him. The moment I returned, I was ready. War Games, I showed Simon I would be a force too great for him to reckon with. I haunted his dreams, I explored his nightmares. I have made Simon sweat every day, knowing he was the last on my list. When my brother decreed tonight, he was not ready, he is not ready, and he will fall.

LBM: Despite all that has happened, many feel losing Simon Kalis could be a serious blow to the PWA. Your thoughts.

Raizzor: The competitor, Simon Kalis, would be missed. The man, I can not say so. I do what I do tonight to complete my vengeance against all those who sought to destroy my lively hood. Tonight, against Simon Kalis, I am not out for titles or glory. I am not out for Simon Kalis’ soul. I am out only .. for satisfaction. I will have satisfaction, and I will end Simon Kalis’ career. This.. I Promise!

Raizzor turns and stalks off. Miller addresses the masses.

LBM: Tonight, for the first time in singles competition, and perhaps the very last time, Simon Kalis puts his career on the line against the Soul-Taker; Raizzor. His prize? The PWA World Championship. Back to you two at ringside.

David Blazenwing vs Marxx

Who's The Man Qualifier


As the bell rings, both men charge each other, and instead of a lock up, they begin trading punches which elicits loud cheers from the fans. Marxx blocks a punch, but then the Blazenwing blocks one of his own. Blazenwing grabs Marxx in a front face lock and executes a DDT. With Marxx laying on the mat, Blazenwing applies a Boston crab. Marxx pulls himself to the ropes after a minute and the Blazenwing releases the hold, but kicks Marxx in the back as he does. Marxx gets to his feet and Blazenwing grabs him and whips him into the ropes then catches him in a spinebuster.

Jon McDaniel: Blazenwing is really working over Marxx's back.

Brian Rentfro: Jon, the Blazenwing is a pro. He knows exactly what he's got to do to finish off an opponent, and considering the match Marxx had with Raizzor, he may not be in his best condition.

Blazenwing applies an inverted surfboard on Marxx. Blazenwing holds him there for quite a while until it becomes clear Marxx won't submit. Blazenwing releases Marxx and drops an elbow on his back. Blazenwing pulls Marxx to his feet and whips him into the ropes, then catches him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Blazenwing covers...

1...

2…

Kick-out.

Marxx gets to his feet. Blazenwing tries for a lock up, but Marxx whips him into the ropes. Marxx hits a power slam on the champ, but grabs his back and can't take advantage. Then Blazenwing pulls Marxx up and scoops him up and locks him in a backbreaker submission.

Brian Rentfro: This match is over for Marxx. He's in the middle of the ring and his back can't take much more!

Marxx tries in vain to reach the ropes. Marxx turns toward Blazenwing and hits him with a palm thrust to the face. Marxx rolls towards the ropes, but Blazenwing comes after him. Blazenwing starts to pull him up, but Marxx counters with a double leg takedown. Marxx steps through and locks on a Sharpshooter. Blazenwing manages to twist around and grab the ropes. Marxx pulls Blazenwing up and whips him into the ropes. Marxx catches Blazenwing in a DDT and then floats over to apply a tight headlock!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx is trying to squeeze the air out of Blazenwing!

The Blazenwing crawls towards the ropes, dragging Marxx with him. He reaches them, but Marxx pulls him back, then wraps his legs around Blazenwing and rolls over on his side, choking out Blazenwing and not allowing him any movement towards the ropes. Blazenwing tries, but can't get to the ropes. He smashes his head back into Marxx's face and the stunned Marxx lets up just enough for Blazenwing to get free. Blazenwing is visibly shaken, but gets to his feet. Marxx throws a punch but Blazenwing catches his arm, twists around and takes Marxx down to the mat with a short clothesline. Blazenwing climbs up top and signals for a super splash. He comes down, but Marxx brings his knees up just in time.

Brian Rentfro: I had no idea Marxx had anything left.

Jon McDaniel: He was playing smart by conserving his energy with the choke holds and submissions. Plus, it had the effect of slowing down Blazenwing.

Blazenwing clutches his stomach and Marxx gets to his feet. Blazenwing charges Marxx. Marxx side steps and turns to face Blazenwing from behind. Marxx scoops up Blazenwing almost like he's going to Tombstone him, then grabs him at the waist and drops David’s feet to the mat. Now in position for a power bomb, Marxx lifts Blazenwing up by the waist and hits a gut wrench suplex. Both men lay on the mat. The referee begins to count.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

Blazenwing rolls over...

6...

7...

8…

Marxx starts to get up...

9...

Marxx gets to his feet.

They lock up and Blazenwing starts to whip Marxx into the ropes, but Marxx reverses it. Marxx nails Blazenwing with a crescent kick as he's coming back. Blazenwing bounces back to his feet, showing he can’t be taken down so easily, but as he turns, Marxx hits the Leaving Marxx and covers.

1..

2..

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Marxx (advances to Who’s the Man!? Tournament.)

Updated Brackets!


Cut backstage, where Chamelion now has two more names added to the list.



1 Matthew Engel
2 TBD

3 Dos Caras
4 Lucious Starr

5 Jethro Hayes
6 TBD

7 Cody Bogard
8 Marxx


Chamelion: And now, with the reveal that Nightmare has finally returned to the PWA. Next week, he will be in one of two qualifying matches to decide if he will indeed join this all exclusive list of top tier superstars.

He grins.

Chamelion: And who am I to make you wait? Next week, Nightmare will go one on one with PWA Tag-Team Champion, Johnny Maverick! And in the other qualifying match, Matt Stone will see action against the other half of the Tag-Team Champions, Ash Nukem!

Shrugs.

Chamelion: Normally I try not to let champions into this, but Lisa Seldon changed the rules concerning the PWA Tag-Titles, so why not, huh? Now, let's move on, cause the next match is just what I've been waiting a very long time to see! GOT IT!?

Simon Kalis vs Raizzor

Two out of Three Falls (Simon wins, he's World Champ. Simon Loses, he's fired)


Jon McDaniel: This is a match I think, no one expected to see tonight Brian. Two out of three falls, if Simon wins he's PWA World Champion again. If he loses... He's gone. Fired.

Brian Rentfro: Everyone in the arena has butterflies in their stomach, Jon. Even me. All jokes aside, this is going to be a serious showdown.

Jon McDaniel: Will Raizzor make Simon Kalis pay the ultimate price for the Order of Chaos saga from 2010? Or will Simon Kalis reassert himself as a future legend in the PWA by eliminating Raizzor and reclaiming the top prize in all of wrestling?

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is schedueled to be a TWO out of THREE FALLS Match!

The cameras pan the crowd as the entire arena here for Chaos are on their feet.

Eric Emerson: IF Simon Kalis wins, he will be recognized as the new PWA World Heavyweight Champion!!!!


Many fans boo, but many yet still cheer.


Eric Emerson: If Simon Kalis loses, he will be FIRED!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: And now…hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada……

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


Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 285lbs, he is The Soul-Taker; RAIZZOR!!!


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, projecting fear to all who stand within it. 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 anyone who happens to be in his sights.


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 turns and looks out to the entrance ramp.

Jon McDaniel: This is it, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I'm scared...

Eric Emerson: And his opponent.... He is the FRANCHISE of the Pioneer Wrestling Association!

"Heroes Of Our Time" by Dragonforce hits the speakers hard and the fans jump to their feet in shock, everyone giving thunderous applause and roars of cheers.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds...

Golden pyros arch over the entrance ramp as the song picks up, heavy and fast.

Lost in a dream, finally it seems,
Emptiness and everlasting madness,
See the sadness grow, watching as we know,
Blinded for our journey for the world,
Call for us, the power in all of us,
So far beyond the blackened sky tonight...
Glorious!
forever more in us!
We are victorious!
And sooo alive!!!

Eric Emerson: Accompanied to the ring by Tamika Nash Strader!!!!

We see their sillhouette now as Tamika and Simon stand in the midst of the arch of pyros, holding each other close.

We'll all find our sacrifice tomorrow,
Our journey on towards a brighter day,
Silent tears we left behind, still so far away,
Across the endless sands,
Through the fields of our despair,
Dream for all eternity, we stand, yeah,
Rise above the universe tonight,
Starchaser!!!!!

Eric Emerson: He stands in at six feet, one inches tall...

Suddenly the music cuts and "Superstar" by Wiz Khalifa featuring Johnny Juliano begins and the crowd cheers more. The pyros explode all across the entrance ramp as Simon Kalis sways back and forth before throwing his arms up with more pyros exploding off behind Tamika and himself. Raizzor is unimpressed as he watches from inside the ring. Simon Kalis taps the PWA Who's The Man?! custom title he made for himself, but more proudly taps the PWA World Title above it!

You can be my superstar!!!!

Simon Kalis has a flag with the PWA logo wrapped over his body which he waves around as he circles the ring, tapping his waist which has the highly expensive platinum and diamond encrusted PWA Who's The Man?! Championship belt he had made last year. He wraps the PWA flag around a young fan and then holds up his WTM title, staring hard at Raizzor before placing it over the shoulders of the same young fan at front row.

Brian Rentfro: He just gave that kid a title that cost him $250,000!!! Is he NUTS?

Jon McDaniel: Putting his career on the line against Raizzor for a chance to be World Champion again? Yeah he's nuts.

Simon kisses Tamika to a huge pop and climbs the steel steps into the ring. He holds up the PWA World title as the cameras flash, smirking as he bobs his head to the music.

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

Simon hands the title to Lance Weston and then gets right into Raizzor's face, looking up at the big man and standing on his toes to go nose to nose with him. Simon is cussing and yelling right in Raizzor's face but Raizzor's expression remains motionless. Lance Weston holds up the PWA World title for all to see then hands it to the ring officials. Lance Weston pulls them apart and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Kalis stomps his foot down, slaps his chest and salutes Raizzor before rushing at the big man. A left from Kalis! A right from Raizzor! Kalis laughs! Raizzor is emotionless! Kalis elbows Raizzor across the face and Raizzor grabs Simon by the arm and brings his elbow down over Simon's shoulder. Simon stumbles back and kicks Raizzor in the gut and goes for a spinning neckbreaker but Raizzor literally throws Simon off of him as he tries. Simon lands on his feet and turns his head, smiling. Raizzor grabs Simon by the throat and begins to crush it in his palm. Simon chokes, his eyes widen as he grabs onto Raizzor's arm with both his hands. Simon wobbles on one leg as he lashes out with muay thai styled angle kicks into Raizzors ribs. Simon alternates with his legs, going from left to right but Raizzor's grip tightens and tightens. Raizzor lifts Simon into the air and Simon is kicking repeatedly back and forth into Raizzors stomach. Raizzor shows no signs of pain but he drops Simon Kalis, yet maintains his grip on Simon's throat. Simon yells and grabs Raizzor's neck and begins squeezing back. Both men are locked in a somewhat illegal choke but Weston simply stands back and allows it all to happen.

Jon McDaniel: Back at WarGames Raizzor would've easily chucked Simon aside, but since losing his left eye Simon has foregone the high fly tactics and bulked up. He's put on thirty pounds since WarGames and it's showing, while he isn't as agile and quick as he was he is physically more stronger.


Brian Rentfro: They may just choke each other out at this point.

The crowd is on their feet snapping photos as Simon's knees bend and his back arches backwards, Raizzor arching forward and putting tremendous pressure on Simon. Raizzor lifts again and has Simon in the air. Simon kicks again and again, his feet landing hard against Raizzor's stomach as he holds Raizzor's neck as well. Raizzor drops Simon down to his feet once more but neither man lets their grip go. Suddenly Simon grabs Raizzor's tights and lifts. The crowd ROARS in SHOCK as Simon drops Raizzor HARD with a chokeslam. Simon's eyes widen as he stumbles around in the ring before falling to his knees, coughing, choking as he grabs his own neck and gasps for air. Raizzor is already climbing back to his feet as Simon keels over on all fours, gasping for air. He lifts Simon up by the back of the neck and lifts him off the canvas. Raizzor leans back with it as Simon reaches behind himself, his eyes popping out with excruciating pain as Raizzor slaps his other hand on Simon's chest and slams him down on the canvas. Simon hits with thunderous thuds as he bounces off the canvas. Raizzor moves in and drops to his knees, pinning Simon.

1!

Jon McDaniel: Can you BELIEVE what we're seeing here Brian?!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: Can't hear you, Jon! The fans are going NUTS right now!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Simon laughs as he rolls onto his shoulders, twisting his body upward and wrapping his legs around Raizzors neck and head. If Raizzor ever showed emotion, he'd probably show surprise as Simon finishes the roll and flips himself over, slamming Raizzor's head against the canvas. Simon quickly mounts himself onto Raizzor's back and locks in a camel clutch. He yells, screaming and spitting at Raizzor to quit quit quit but Raizzor will not do such a thing. Simon pulls back, gripping the hold tighter and stronger. Instead Raizzor gets on all fours, Simon still up on his back. Raizzor up on his feet, the arena is electric with cheering and applause as he drops back, crushing Simon beneath his own body weight. Simon lets go of the hold and pushes Raizzor off of him, holding his own ribs and chest. Simon uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Raizzor is already up. Simon bounces off the ropes and goes towards Raizzor. Raizzor lifts the boot but Simon ducks it and bounces off the opposite side ropes. Simon puts his heels out to stop his momentum and spins, grabbing Raizzor by the arms and whipping him into the corner turnbuckle. Simon rushes forward and leaps up, putting out an elbow that crash lands across Raizzor's face. Simon kicks Raizzor repeatedley in the midsection, mixing it up with elbows and fists as he alternate offense. Raizzor grabs Simon by the neck and pulls him in closer as he headbutts Simon. Simon is caught completely off guard by the superior force of the hit as he stumbles back and spins around in the middle of the ring dizzy. Raizzor runs forward and clothes Simon so hard he flips in the air before landing face first on the canvas. Simon tries to crawl away but Raizzor grabs his legs and pulls him back before stomping down hard over Kalis' lower back. He stomps down again and again, holding one of Simon's legs up in the air as insurance so Kalis can't get away. Simon convulses, shakes and squirms as he tries to get free but just can't escape Raizzor's dominance.

Jon McDaniel: Not looking good for the Last Superstar, folks.

Brian Rentfro: Even I have to admit, once Raizzor has you he has you. Lucious Starr at Ground Zero was the exception, not the rule!

Simon spins himself, twisting his other leg up and smashing the very tip of his boots off Raizzor's face. Raizzor lets go of Simon's other leg and wipes his mouth as Simon rubs his lower back and crawls away to safety. Raizzor comes calmly forward but Simon rolls onto his back and locks both his legs into Raizzors and drop toe hold drops Raizzor face first into the corner turnbuckle. Simon gets to his feet, still wincing in pain and we can see a bruise forming on his neck. Simon grabs Raizzor by the shoulder and pulls him off the turnbuckle, spinning Raizzor around and gouging his eyes. The fans are on their feet! Simon kicks Raizzor in the gut! The camera flashes go off! TEARS OF REDEMPTION! Tears of Redemption on Raizzor, Simon hooks the leg and covers!

1!

Brian Rentfro: Now THAT is why he is the Lord!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: Impossible!

THREEEEEEE-NO! NO! RAIZZOR KICKS OUT! RAIZZOR KICKS OUT!!!

Not ONLY does Raizzor kick out, but he throws Simon right off of him. Simon lands chest first on the canvas, his eyes widened with shock. Raizzor is back up as Simon begins quickly crawling away from him to the opposite corner. Raizzor comes in for the kill and Simon tries repeating what worked last time, except Raizzor isn't dumb and see's it coming. He stops a step short of the drop toe hold but Simon rolls himself onto his shoulders, his neck and grips the top turnbuckle by arching his feet over them. He's now on his head he pushes up, flying up and now standing on the top rope! The fans can't believe the agility shown but Raizzor comes and delivers a stiff punch right into his gut. Simon keels forward but grabs Raizzor's head and neck and flips off the top rope, dropping Raizzor with a reverse neckbreaker flipped off the top rope! The crowd goes nuts! Simon quickly lifts Raizzor up by his hair and knees him across the face, throwing him back into the corner. Simon slowly brings his thumb across his throat and points to Raizzor, before pointing up. The crowd is going NUTS!

Jon McDaniel: Did Simon just threaten Raizzor?!

Brian Rentfro: HAHAHA THE BALLS ON THIS GUY! ...Wait...

Simon lifts Raizzor up along the corner turnbuckle and the fans are all standing with baited breath as Simon turns Raizzor around on the middle rope, hooking his arms and climbing to the top rope. Simon is screaming, his veins are popping and he is screaming, screaming, SCREAMING in PAIN as he lifts Raizzor onto the top rope with him.

Jon McDaniel: NO WAY! NO WAY!!!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO RAIZZOR!

Brian Rentfro: Why do you think he's been bulking up?! HOLY SHIT HE'S GONNA DO IT!!!!

Simon fully stands up on the top rope but he can't keep his balance so he drops back quicker than usual... SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED! SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED ON MICHAEL FUCKING RAIZZOR SOMMERS! The crowd EXPLODES into ruckus and cheers, applause and shock! Simon is breathing heavily, it took so much out of him as he hooks Raizzor's legs. Weston drops for the count!

1!

Jon McDaniel: IN TEN YEARS FOLKS! NO ONE HAS EVER KICKED OUT!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: You ALWAYS say that, Jon! We KNOW! WE KNOW!

3!!!!!!!!

The crowd can't believe it, and neither can Simon Kalis as he rolls off of Raizzor and gets to his feet, laughing hysterically!

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of the first pinfall, SIMON KALIS!

Tamika hops onto the apron and hugs Simon through the ropes, he holds her face and can't believe it!

Brian Rentfro: SIMON KALIS!!! YEAAAAH! One pinfall away from becoming our World Champion once again! YOU CAN DO EEEEET!

Tamika points to Raizzor and jumps down off the apron as Raizzor is back on his feet, and while his face remains emotionless his eyes are burning with rage. Simon pulls up his elbow pads and nods, stepping forward slowly. Simon motions the title around his waist and smirks. Raizzor is not smirking.

Jon McDaniel: Don't get cocky now you fool! You had Raizzor down for a good ten seconds total maybe, but you're forgetting it's RAIZZOR Simon!

They lock horns and Simon knees Raizzor repeatedly in the gut but Raizzor isn't so phased. Raizzor pushes Simon aside and hits a big boot Kalis' face. Kalis is suddenly dazed as he spins around. Raizzor scoops him up! TOMBSTONE SHOULDERBREAKER! The crowd can't believe it, but Raizzor simply nods as he covers Simon!

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT! KICK OUT! SIMON KALIS KICKS OUT!

Raizzor looks at Lance Weston who shakes his head, holding up the count of two.

Jon McDaniel: My heart is racing here, Brian!

Brian Rentfro: My heart's in my stomach!

Raizzor doesn't waste time arguing as he picks Simon up by the neck. Simon pushes Raizzor back and unleashes a left hook! Raizzor hits back with a right punch straight to Simon's nose! Kalis recoils, holding his nose as it bursts open bleeding! Raizzor kicks Simon in the gut and scoops him up again! ANOTHER TOMBSTONE SHOULDERBREAKER!!! RAIZZOR COVERS!

1!

Jon McDaniel: Just like WarGames! Raizzor hit TWO Tombstone Shoulderbreakers to end Simon Kalis and The Order!

2!!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Simon... YOU CAN DO IT MY LORD!

3!!!

NO! NO! SIMON KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND MOMENT!

Jon McDaniel: IMPOSSIBLE!

Brian Rentfro: YES! YES! YES! ALL HAIL KALIS BABY!

Tamika is laughing at ringside, banging down on the canvas for Simon to get up and refocus! Simon is obviously battered, weakened and now bleeding profusely. Raizzor whips his hair back and wipes his forehead, shaking his head as Simon Kalis tries to crawl away towards Tamika. Raizzor grabs Simons legs and pulls him back towards him. He rips Simon off the canvas and to his feet but Simon pushes Raizzor away and bounces off the ropes. Simon leaps forward and goes for a dropkick but Raizzor grabs him! Raizzor spins Simon and smashes him to the canvas with a powerbomb! Raizzor quickly grabs ahold of Simon and locks in ASPHYXIATION! Simon's eyes pop not only from the shock but from the tight hold around him now! Simon squirms to get out but it only makes it worse as Raizzor rotates his left leg into Simon's hip as he slowly rotates back and forth, locking in his leg over his shin and keeping Simon tight! Simon has but one arm free as he waves it around, reaching out to Tamika but to no avail! Tamika gasps, holding her hands over her mouth as Simon continues to drip blood badly from his nose all over himself and now Raizzor. Raizzor is calm and focused as he tightens and tightens the hold!

Brian Rentfro: You know another thing? Simon Kalis has NEVER tapped out once in his ten year career!

Jon McDaniel: But has he ever been held down in a triangle choke by Raizzor???

Simon winces and gurgles in his own scream as he tries harder and harder to get free. He begins using that free arm to punch Raizzor in the side but all it does is further weaken and wind himself. Simon's eyes begin to close and Weston checks on him. Tamika is still holding her hands over her mouth before she begins banging on the canvas for Simon to get free! Simon opens his eyes again, blood completely covering his face and his face going blue beneath it. Kalis raises his clenched fist in the air. Tamika bangs on the canvas repeatedly with her fists to no avail. Simon stares straight at her as Raizzor slowly but surely continues choking the life out of Simon Kalis.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god... Will he? Will he??!

Brian Rentfro: Close your eyes Tamika! Don't look! I can't either!

Rentfro buries his face in his arms at ringside as Simon still has his clenched fist raised in the air.

Jon McDaniel: You can see it folks, he wants it so bad. He wants to beat Raizzor so bad but he is literally dying in the ring at this point!

Kalis brings his fist down and weakly punches Raizzor in the leg again to no effect. Kalis' eyes close and he begins tapping! SIMON KALIS TAPS OUT! HE TAPS OUT! Lance Weston makes Raizzor let go and he does, Simon rolls away onto the canvas limp and lifeless. Tamika buries her head in her own arms this time at ringside as well.

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of the second fall, by submission! RAIZZOR! One pinfall remains!

Raizzor sits up and looks over at Simon, who wipes his chest gingerly with his hand before wiping the blood off of his face weakly.

Brian Rentfro: God damn it...

Jon McDaniel: I think Raizzor may be impressed, somewhere deep behind his stare. But Simon is so weakened from that, he may be finished here!

Raizzor gets to his feet and Simon remains motionless. Raizzor lifts Simon up by his neck and Simon wobbles to his feet. Raizzor grabs him by the neck and holds his head up. They once more look into each others eyes. Raizzor focused and raging as Simon looks back with determination and spirit back at him. Raizzor lifts Simon high into the air but Simon brings his knee up across Raizzors face and Raizzor drops Simon. Simon stumbles all the way into the corner. Simon gasps for air, still feeling the effects of Asphyxiation but he rushes forward! REMEMBRANCE ON RAIZZOR! Such a POWERFUL kick to Raizzor's head. Raizzor stumbles back. REMEMBRANCE AGAIN! Raizzor stumbles back further, but STILL WON'T GO DOWN! Kalis is gasping for air as he holds his chest before screaming and unleashing REMEMBRANCE once again! Raizzor finally falls but in Simon's exhaustion, he collapses to the canvas as well. Lance Weston looks at both men and has no choice.

1!

Jon McDaniel: Wait what? Count out?!

2!

Brian Rentfro: JUST THROW YOURSELF ON RAIZZOR MY LORD!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

Jon McDaniel: ...They aren't moving, Brian.

8!

9!

Brian Rentfro: NO!

10!

Lance Weston calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The last pinfall is a double countout disqualification, and therefore this match is a DRAW!

Tamika slides into the ring, a bottle of water in hand as she holds Simon up in her arms and pours some of it over his face. He comes to life and smirks as she helps him take a few small sips. Raizzor is sitting up now, looking at Kalis with disbelief in his eyes. Kalis wraps his arm around Tamika and gives her a kiss on the cheek, they're both smiles.

Brian Rentfro: What does this mean?

"Come With Me" by Puff Daddy hits the speakers and the crowd all turn their attention to the entrance way.

Jon McDaniel: We're about to find out.

Chamelion: No, no! Cut the music! This match CANNOT end in a draw!

Tamika helps Simon to his feet, as Raizzor gets up of his own volition.

Chamelion: There will be no diqualifications! No count outs! This is SUDDEN DEATH! There will be a winner, GOT IT?!

Raizzor nods to his brother and Simon turns his head to Tamika, asking her to get out of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: See that? Chamelion just said it's no DQ, no count out! But Simon still asks Tamika to let him live or die on his own! What a CHAMP, ladies and gentlemen!

Jon McDaniel: He's a bad guy, but an old school honorable one. Thing is where will his honor take him against Raizzor?

Raizzor turns to look at Kalis, who can barely stand without using the ropes to hold himself up. Raizzor nods to Simon, and Simon back to him.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, by decree of the PWA Owner and General Manager Mark "Chamelion" Sommers... This match shall continue! Sudden DEATH!

DING DING DING

Kalis slaps his chest and forces himself forward on pure adrenaline. Raizzor with a quick European uppercut has Kalis reeling. Kalis with an elbow strike of his own, then a forward thrust kick into Raizzors ribs. Raizzor blocks the next elbow and pushes Simon Kalis back. Simon Kalis runs to the ropes, bounces off and comes at Raizzor. Raizzor puts the big boot out but Simon fails to dodge it this time and hits hard, landing on the canvas. Raizzor scoops Kalis up and hits him with a third Tombstone Shoulderbreaker of the night! He goes to pin.

1!

Brian Rentfro: Simon... No!

2!!

Jon McDaniel: ...

THREE-NO!

Raizor sits up and looks down at Kalis, shaking his head. Simon has his shoulder up, but no one's sure whether Raizzor released the pin or Simon kicked out first. Simon collapses back on the canvas, looking up at Raizzor and nodding.

Simon Kalis: All Hail The Order of Chaos...

The cameras are close enough to hear Simon mutter the words as Raizzor lifts him back up, scooping him up and landing ANOTHER Tombstone Shoulderbreaker! Raizzor pins, hooking both legs.

1!

2!!

3!!!!

Lance Weston gets up and everyone in the audience gasps. Chamelion, still atop the entrance ramp is the only one with smiles as he holds up what appears to be Simon Kalis' PWA Contract and rips it in half.

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of the final fall... RAIZZOR!!!!!!!

Raizzor sits up as Tamika slides back into the ring wiping tears from her face as she pulls the broken wreckage that is Simon Kalis towards her. The crowd is deathly silent, a few erratic camera flashes as Raizzor's theme plays.

Jon McDaniel: What have we just witnessed?

Brian Rentfro: The end of an era, Jon...

Simon's eyes open again and he forces a smile as he looks up at Tamika. She helps him to his feet and holds him up. Kalis looks around the crowd and raises an arm, the crowd errupts into cheers! Raizzor steps forward, and Simon painfully steps forward as well. They lock eyes one, final time... Raizzor extends his hand. Simon Kalis looks down at it, breathing heavily as his eyes swell and they shake hands. The crowd is on their feet as Raizzor and Simon raise each others hand in a show of respect.

Jon McDaniel: ...

Brian Rentfro: ...

Raizzor steps out of the ring and begins heading out of the ringside area. He joins Chamelion, who smirks as he waves goodbye at Kalis.

Fans: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

Tamika helps Simon stand as tears swell in his eyes, the entire sold out crowd cheering and applauding him on. Emerson hands him the microphone and gets out of the ring. Simon winces as he puts the microphone to his lips.

Simon Kalis: ...

Fans: GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS! GLORIOUS!

He nods and drops the microphone, stepping away from Tamika he stomps his foot down, slaps his chest and salutes the crowd at all sides of the ring. He gets out of the ring as "Heroes Of Our Time" begins to play again and begins to circle the ring, hugging fans with Tamika as he passes them by.

Brian Rentfro: God damn it Jon...

Jon McDaniel: I'd have to see it to believe it, but I am. The PWA fans here tonight are really classy. Simon Kalis is done, folks. And they know it.

Kalis walks by the time keepers table and wipes his own blood from his chest to his hand, before wiping it over the PWA World title and moving on. As Tamika and Simon make their way up the entrance ramp Rayn, David Blazenwing, Katie James, Joshua Danielson and PWA Intercontinental Champion Duff Cote D'Ivoire all step out from the backstage area. Kalis continues to bite his bottom lip.

Jon McDaniel: An Order of Chaos reunion?

The five men and woman standing before Kalis stomp their feet down and salute him, his knees buckling beneath himself as he walks up to them and they all share a group hug. He speaks with them all and shakes their hands.

Brian Rentfro: Aw man.

Kalis slaps Duff on the chest, pointing to the Intercontinental title on his waist. Simon takes his PWA Chain from his neck and places it over Duff's in a symbolic gesture, well recieved. The crowd cheers. Simon Kalis takes a few steps back down the entrance ramp as they all disappear behind the curtain with Tamika Nash Strader. Kalis waves to the crowd as they continue to cheer and chant him on.

Jon McDaniel: For Brian Rentfro... This is Jon McDaniel.

Brian Rentfro: See you next week, folks.

The lights in the arena go out suddenly, and the fans continue to cheer.

GONG!

The lights return on and Simon Kalis is surrounded by four men who look exactly like Raizzor. He smirks, entering a fighting stance as he puts his fists up.

GONG!

The lights turn off again. Within a few moments, they turn back on and the stage is empty...

(C) PWA 2011