World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick

Decisions! Decisions!

The fuse of the dynamite is lit by a sulfur tipped match; the fuse sizzles into existence. The camera pulls back to see a wrestler standing there shaking the match's flame out; it is tossed to the ground as the wrestler walks off. Tracking the sizzling fuse, we find it winding its way towards a small building; the door on the building has some writing on it, but we are too far away to make it out. We zoom in furthur to read the following:


The fuse is only inches away from the door, we have no choice but to stay. The fuse goes under the small opening at the bottom of the door, nothing happens. A single heartbeat later...

White light fills the camera lense as the shed blows up in spectacular fashion. Bits of wood splintering and debris shatter down upon the camera as Korn's "Make Me Bad" begins to play at the hard guitar sound.

"I am watching the rise and fall of my salvation.
There's so much shit around me.
Such a lack of compassion. "

With these words images of all PWA superstars flash up on both the TV screen and the PWA big screen inside the arena. Images of Corey Lazarus, Joe BoXer, Viktor Stone, Riona Langly and Jamie Flynn's infamous ladder match, Scottie Snow.

"I thought it would be all fun and games (would be fun and games).
Instead it's all the same (it's all the same).
I want something to do."

Phoenix flashes up on the screen, burning into your mind and as it burns on the screen to be replaced with a red fireball that begins rolling.

"Need to feel the sickness in you.

I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad."

The fireball is rolling towards the screen, growing ever brighter as it cuts the distance.

"All I'll do is look for you.
I know your fix, you need it to
Just to get some sort of attention, attention.

What does it mean to you?
For me it's something I just do.
I want something.
I need to feel the sickness in you"

On the television set, the ball burns the brightest it has burned; inside the arena a fireball shoots down to the ring. We see the crowd inside the arena cheering for Friday Night Rampage.

"I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad.

I feel the reason as it's leaving me, no, not
It's quite decieving as I'm feeling the flesh make
me bad.

Does it make me bad??

Explosion in the arena as the fireball smashes into the structure above the ring showering the crowd in red, gold, and yellow sparks. The camera pans down to find John McDaniel and Brian Rentfro sitting at ringside, ready to commentate. Over the loud speakers the voice of Korn's "Make Me Bad" dies down and the camera now pans to the middle of the ring. Eric Emerson is standing on the W in the PWA logo right in the middle of the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready for some Pioneer Wrestling Association action?

The crowd pops enormously for some PWA action.

ERIC EMERSON: Are you ready for Friday... Night... RAMPAGE?!

Another huge pop as the camera pans around to all of the arena, catching all of the fans inside the building. The scene cuts to outside the arena where on a marquee it shows the name of the event and the air date and time. The crowd in line for the event is long, but most have made their way inside to get their seats. Back in the arena Eric Emerson is still standing on the W.

ERIC EMERSON: Well, let's get ready for some PWA action!

Chamelion vs Emperor Ian

The arena is bathed in golden light as purple confetti drops from the ceiling. Chancellor Maxim, Lord Spalding, and General Jock come
out first, followed by a harem of beautiful young women who line the entryway with flowers. Next come the Imperial Legion, cloaked in capes and hoods, carrying the imperial throne,
upon which sits Emperor Ian. The Emperor sits proudly basking in the adoration of the fans (at least what he thinks is adoration).

As they reach ringside, the Imperial Legion begin to lower the throne to the ground, with The Emperor holding out his arms out and raises them. Suddenly the throne tips over and Emperor Ian is tossed uncermonously to the floor.

He gets up immediately and is in the face of the culprit who had dropped his end of the throne. Words are flying, not picked up by the microphones, but Emperor Ian is visibly upset and we can imagine what the words are.

Jon McDaniel: It doesn't appear to bode well for that hapless young man.

Brian Rentfro: As it shouldn't, he dropped his charge; he should be fired.

The man in question drops to one knee, in the traditional apology position, Ian stands up looking down.

"Voices" by Rev Theory blares from the speakers; Emperor Ian looks up the entrance way, his anger turned towards his upcoming opponent. Kneeling on the ground, unnoticed by anyone, the apologetic man removes his hood and mask.

Brian Rentfro: It's Chamelion!

Jon McDaniel: He got past Ian's defenses! Ha, the Devious one is BACK!

Brian Rentfro: That's Emperor Ian, but I'll let it pass due to the shock.

Jon McDaniel: Gee, thanks.

Ian still has not taken notice of the now unhooded and unmasked throan toter. Uppercut from Chamelion, Ian is rocked back. Another vicious uppercut from Chamelion and Ian is rocked back on his heels once again. Ian is scrambling up and over the portable throne looking for some ground and time to regroup himself. He rolls into the ring; Chamelion follows soon after.


Jon McDaniel: Chamelion starting the match early.

Brian Rentfro: He has to get some advantage; he is still feeling the affects of that You Light My Life match.

Chamelion is bandaged up, but is as determined as ever. He releases knife edged chops to Ian in the corner and the crowd cheers with each one. Ian is backed into the corner, trying to make as small of a target of himself as possible. Right hand from Ian sends Cham rocking backwards. Another right hand and Chamelion is sent backwards a couple of steps.

Brian Rentfro: Emperor Ian with some offense.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion backed off, momentarily.

Collar and elbow position, Chamelion with a float behind into a rolling German suplex. One, two, three, and he releases on the fourth one. Ian is rocked again, woozy, and really disoriented from the quick succession of moves. Cham hits the ropes, springboards back with a high knee into Ian's face, but Ian ducks under the blow. He spins around with a clothesline that drops Cham to the ground in a heap. Ian begins to stomp away at the downed Cham with abandon. He pulls a now woozy Cham to his feet delivers a stiff forearm shot to his jaw and Irish whips him across the ring to land back first in the corner. Getting up a head of steam Ian charges at him leaping just at the last minute for a huge body splash that... misses!

Brian Rentfro: Chamelion got out of the way and I think Emperor Ian is hurt.

Jon McDaniel: Got a crush or something Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Just worried about royalty, that's all.

Ian bounces back from the corner as Chamelion climbs up to the top turnbuckle and dives with a flying clothesline. Both men go down and Chamelion hits the ropes again. He is charging back, at the downed Ian, and nails a picture perfect rolling thunder leg drop across Ian's throat. He makes a cover but only manages a two count as Ian kicks out easily enough.

Jon McDaniel: Chamelion with the first pin attempt of the match.

Brian Rentfro: It'll take more than that to defeat royalty.

Chamelion is up, dragging Ian with him. Small package pin from Ian and it too, receives a two count. Chamelion is up, so is Ian, they lay into each other with rights and lefts.

Jon McDaniel: The Imperial Conquest!

Brian Rentfro: No way is Chamelion going to kick out of this one, nor is he going to break the submission.

Chamelion struggles and finally manages the ropes. Ian is forced to break the hold after a mandatory five count. He releases the hold looking distainfully at the referee. *THWACK!* Ian crumbles to the mat, out cold as the Devious One grins down holding his neck and arm. He covers.

One! Two! Three!


Eric Emerson: Winner of the match... Chamelion!

Brian Rentfro: What happened? Where did it come from?

Jon McDaniel: The Sweet Sound of Success can come from anywhere and at any time.

The Phoenix vs Kyle Stevenson

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit.

A pause as Eric listens in on the headset.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has been declared a No Contest.

The fans boo loudly.

Eric Emerson: Due to the fact that The Phoenix says that the people at home would be able to see him for free.

Crowd: What about us! What about us?!

Eric Emerson: The Phoenix says... Screw you all.

Jon McDaniel: How dare he do something like that.

Brian Rentfro: You got to admire his spunk though.

Kyle Stevenson waits in the ring while Eric Emerson announces his opponent, but even though his music plays, the Phoenix never appears, as promised. Suddenly, the ADC-Tron comes to life with Chamelion standing next to the PWA Logo, nursing his wounds from his previous match. He has his Cheshire Grin well in place.

Chamelion: Slight correction, everyone. Phoenix may think it's a no-contest, but he was scheduled, he didn't show, but Stevenson is there and ready. Ref, declare the match a forfeit, please, and give Stevenson the nod. Thanks!

The referee nods and raises Stevenson's hand.

Winner: Kyle Stevenson by Forfeit.


We cut backstage to find Riona Langly... well, walking. We quickly find the destination of her walk, as Riona gets to a locker room marked in big letters 'JAMIE FLYNN.' Thinking for a second, she walks to the next door over and knocks loudly.

Riona: "Jamie, open up, I know you'd never put your name on a locker room like that."

The door opens, and Flynn emerges - dressed in nothing save for a bathroom towel wrapped around his waist. He looks Riona up and down and a grin registers on his face.

Flynn: "What can I do for you, love?"

Riona sighs... She should have expected this. There is a bit of a look on her face though. Hard to tell, but it's not revultion.

Riona: "Well, I might of been planning on discussing a stategy or something, but yeah... totally not the right time it seems."

He shrugs nonchalantly while still bearing his smile.

Flynn: "Hey, you know me. I'm a work-a-holic.. Or so they say."

Riona: "The door thing was a nice trick... you expecting someone you don't want to see?"

Flynn: "Can never be too careful around these parts. You know they let a guy run around with a Michael Myers mask on? Crazy, I tell you."

Riona: "This is wrestling, what else do you expect?"

She's determined not to look down.

Riona: "So, I'm not pulling a Jethro and asking you a stupid question like if you're ready... Just, be careful out there I guess."

He raises his eye brows slightly.

Flynn: "Well now, you almost sound concerned."

There's a moment where Riona does look concerned... and it's quickly washed away by that smirk of hers.

Riona: "Hey, I don't want any excuses when I knock your face in next week y'know?"

Jamie let's out a solemn laugh as he nods.

Flynn: "Fair enough. Good luck out there."

Riona shakes her head a bit...

Riona: "And please put some clothes on, will you?"

He looks down and shrugs.

Flynn: "What can I say? Can't find my trunks anywhere. Want to help me look?"

Placing two fingers to her temple, Riona sighs.

Riona: "Sorry Jamie, tonight's business, so that little obsession you've got about my ass will have to wait."

Riona quickly turns and walks away as Jamie shrugs and closes the door, sending us back to ringside.

Project X & Alex Wilkie vs Malicious & Corey Lazarus

Intercontinental Tournamanet

The cameras cut to ringside, where Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro sit, looking at the camera.

Brian Rentfro: And now we come to the Intercontinental title contendership tournament, and I'm a little bit confused, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: How's that?

Brian Rentfro: Because the odd man out in this match, Malicious, is only that way because the other three have been familiarizing themselves with one another over the last year, yet Malicious has been showing some of the most promise of any of the younger guys here in the PWA.

Jon McDaniel: Did you just say something insightful?

Brian Rentfro: Don't let it get to your head.

Cut to Eric Emerson, who clears his throat.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit, and is a tag team match in the PWA Intercontinental title contendership tournament!

Muse's "Hysteria" cues up, sending each multi-colored light on the stage to go crazy. Mist pours from behind the entrance curtain as the lights dim, and out steps Project X, walking casually down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, he weighs in tonight at 350 pounds, and stands at 7 feet tall, hailing from Parts Unknown...

X steps up onto the ring apron, and then over the top rope. He tilts his head to the side as the lights return to normal, almost staring into Emerson's soul.

Eric Emerson: ...PROJECT X!!!

"Hysteria" fades into a pair of snare blasts as Rage Against The Machine's "Bulls on Parade" cues up. The ADC-Tron fills with images of a man in a Guy Fawkes mask lurking in the shadows, with "THE TALENT IS A LIE" appearing over the images in plain white lettering every other beat.

Eric Emerson: And his partner, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds and standing at 6-foot-1...

Alex Wilkie walks out from behind the curtain, the Guy Fawkes mask pulled up out of his face and resting atop his head like a baseball cap. He stops at the top of the ramp, crouching down, and looks around the crowd with a smug look. He points out to a pair of fans wearing matching black attires and Guy Fawkes masks, and then swaggers down to the ring.

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op

Eric Emerson: ...he hails from Vancouver, British Columbia...

Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse

Wilkie slides into the ring, holding onto his Guy Fawkes mask to make sure it doesn't slip off. He quickly runs over to the corner, jumping up onto the middle rope.

Eric Emerson: ...ALEX WILKIE!!!

"Bulls on Parade" fades into silence, and after a few moments a howl is heard over the PA system, killing the lights. Ozzy Osbourne's "Bark at the Moon" starts playing, allowing green and white strobes to flicker all around the stage and ramp.

Screams break the silence
Waking from the dead of night
Vengeance is boiling
His return to kill the light

A single spotlight appears on the entrance curtain, and Malicious crawls out from behind it, the PWA TV title wrapped over his shoulder like a messenger bag. He rolls forward and kips up to his feet, crouching down with his hands widespread as he snaps his head back and forth, surveying the arena.

Then when hes found, who hes looking for
Listen in awe, and you'll hear him

Malicious begins stalking down the entrance ramp, switching off between running and slowly creeping along the guardrails.

Eric Emerson: And introducing next, he is the current PWA Television champion, weighing in tonight at 260 pounds and standing at 6 feet, 5 inches tall...


Ozzy laughs, and Malicious marches up the ring steps. He then slingshots himself over the top rope, and rolls to a crouched position as the lights return to normal.

Eric Emerson: ...MALICIOUS!!!

"Bark at the Moon" dies, and so do the lights once more.

Brian Rentfro: People really seem to like the whole "lights are cut out" effect for their entrances.

Jon McDaniel: Well, it does make it seem more epic for the lights to be out, doesn't it?

Brian Rentfro: Maybe so, but think about Wilkie, and the rest of our Canadian talent and fans! THEY'RE AFRAID OF THE DARK!

Jon McDaniel: C'mon, Brian...How I Met Your Mother isn't factual.

The lights in the arena die, and the ADC-Tron shows nothing but a black and white film countdown

A massive drumroll cues up The Crown's "Crowned in Terror," and brutal metal riffing pours from the PA system. The riffs build and then die as one guitar plays, with the drums and other instruments coming in to accent. The 35-second mark cues.


Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price emerge from the entrance curtain, Price chomping away on a stick of gum in his mouth and Corey sipping on a bottle of Aquafina. Corey's eyes, as usual, stay hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, and he hangs his arms at his sides after he runs his fingers over his moustache and goatee.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time, accompanied by Gregory Price...

A primal scream covers the music at the 44-second mark, and Lazarus steps further onto the stage, turning around slowly to take a quick look at the ADC-Tron before stopping at the end of the stage, his back to the ramp and the ring before turning around. Price pats his client on the shoulder, and then looks at the ADC-Tron with him.

Oh, it's not over yet
Consuming flames of the faceless one
There's no time to repent
As you bow before the serpent god

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 230 pounds...

Lazarus jogs in place at the end of the stage, shaking out his limbs, and then begins walking solemnly down the ramp. Price points up at the ADC-Tron, focusing everybody's attention to images of Laz's glory: dropping Demise head-first into a casket via the Mercury Driver to claim the PWA World Heavyweight title at High Stakes '08; appearing in the ring behind Scott Nash Strader and Matthew Engel when the lights return to normal at Good Vs. Evil '08; and leaping up to grab Kyle Stevenson's neck, drilling his knees into his back with a Lungblower as Viktor Stone powerbombs him down from Unsanctioned '09.

There's no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
And ready to attack
The jaws of death are hungry like a war

Eric Emerson: And standing at 6-foot-1...

Corey turns around to face the ring as they reach the bottom of the ramp, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again. Price walks over to the ringsteps, scaling them with a cocky swagger as he walks onto the apron next to Laz.

Songs of death shall kill the lies forever, and ever
Baptized, burning, cold flames will purify my soul
Our hearts are rotten to the core

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...

Lazarus steps into the ring and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. Price steps in afterwards, pointing the entire time to his client, applauding him. The music keeps pounding away as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.

Behead the prophets
Their skulls - trophies in the final war

Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction"...

Lazarus bobs his head quickly to the beat of the song, breathing heavier and heavier as he does so.

The plague of man, crowned in terror
Hate and soulless might

Corey leaps to his feet as the main riff returns at the end of the chorus, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban's off, turning his body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

"Crowned in Terror" fades into silence as Corey backs up to his corner, removing his Ray Ban's and handing them off to Price. He adjusts the tape on his hands, and then stretches his legs out using the middle ropes. Gregory steps out onto the apron, and then walks down the steps, taking his place at ringside in the corner of Laz and Malicious.


Jon McDaniel: And we're off to a Pier 6 brawl right away!!

Malicious charges Wilkie and tackles him down, laying down the hammer with lefts and rights as Alex covers up. X, meanwhile, throws Corey into his corner, peppering his face and midsection with jabs and haymakers. The ref tries to pull X away, but he pushes him aside to continue the assault on Laz. The ref then tries the same to Malicious, but the same result occurs.

Jon McDaniel: And it looks like this ref might not even be able to get this match started properly!

Brian Rentfro: That's too bad. The bell already rang.

Malicious drags Wilkie to his feet, and then whips him into the ropes. Wilkie rebounds, and eats a lariat from Malicious. X doubles Corey over and turns around, his back to the corner, and then lifts him up for a powerbomb. Laz nails a pair of downward elbow thrusts, and Malicious, seeing his makeshift partner (and chance at the Intercontinental title) in danger, and rushes over. He nails a diving forearm into X's gut, stunning the giant, and Corey takes this opportunity to reverse the powerbomb attempt into a hurricanrana. X rolls out of the ring alongside Wilkie, albeit on opposite sides.

Brian Rentfro: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that this is an old-fashioned grudge match.

Jon McDaniel: Well, Malicious WAS disrespected two weeks ago by Wilkie via a slap to the face, and it's certainly no secret that Project X and Corey Lazarus have had issues with each other dating back to March of last year.

Malicious hits the ropes, and then flies over the top towards Wilkie, nailing him with a boot to the head.

Jon McDaniel: Topé con HEAD TRAUMA!

Brian Rentfro: When did you get clever?

Malicious doesn't just walk away from Wilkie, however, and instead just pounces on him, taking turns with shots from each hand, and occasionally using both to choke him. Project X slides back into the ring as Corey takes a sip from the Aquafina bottle Price hands to him, and then charges. Lazarus tosses the open bottle back to Price, who snatches it mid-air, and then ducks underneath a lariat attempt by X. The big man turns, and Corey sprays the water in his mouth into X's face, temporarily blinding him.

Brian Rentfro: And Laz possibly taking a page from Thunderwolf's book?

Jon McDaniel: I'd doubt it, considering there's no food coloring in it.

Laz takes this brief opportunity to start nailing X with everything he can. Roundhouse kick to the side of the head, a spinning back elbow, a pair of forearms, and then some clinch knees to cap it all off. Corey backs off, and then hocks a lugie right onto X's chest. PX wipes it off, and then immediately rushes out from the corner and slams Laz down with a vicious lariat.

Jon McDaniel: And Project X connects with the move he just tried a minute ago!

X reaches down and grabs Corey by the hair, lifting him quickly up to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: X off the ropes...

PX lifts up his leg and DRILLS Laz with a vicious Yakuza Kick, the impact causing Laz to backflip. X rolls Corey over and drops down for the cover, hooking a leg.




Corey gets his shoulder up at the last second, and Price runs over to pull Malicious off of Wilkie. Alex rolls over to grab the ring apron to hoist himself to a knee, revealing himself to be a completely bloody mess.

Brian Rentfro: you see what Malicious just did to Wilkie...?

Malicious shoves Price away, sizing him up. Gregory backs off, acting as one would around an angry animal, and then points to the ring. X stomps away on Laz before bringing him back to his feet, only to send him face-first to the mat with a Military Press Slam.

Jon McDaniel: Malicious back in, and he chop blocks X from behind.

Brian Rentfro: But it has no effect!

X barely winces from the impact of the move, and Malicious kips back up to his feet, trying the same approach on X as he did Wilkie. X doesn't fall down from a Spear attempt, leaving Malicious clutching his shoulder as he backs up to the ropes. Malicious charges again, looking for another one, and the same result as X is merely moved back a step or two, and Malicious rises, clutching his shoulder as he grits his teeth together, eyes squinted from the dull pain. Malicious hits the ropes again, looking for another one, but X steps into him before he can duck down for it, grabbing him around the waist and spinning around before slamming him down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: CROP CIRCLE!!




Soccer kick. Right to X's temple. Wilkie pulls himself into the ring, and Laz nails X with another soccer kick to the temple as Malicious pulls himself, albeit slowly, out onto the apron. Wilkie charges up behind Laz, grabbing him in a rear waistlock, and then dumps him on the back of his head with a high-angle release German suplex.

Fans: OOOOOOOH!!!!

Brian Rentfro: And people wonder why wrestlers have the highest amount of neck injuries out of all forms of athletes.

Jon McDaniel: Is that true?

Brian Rentfro: It might as well be.

Wilkie drops down to a knee, blood dripping from his blonde hair onto the mat, and then forces himself to his feet. His entire face covered in his own blood, all that stands out are his eyes, and even they begin to turn red from blood dripping into them. Project X gets to his feet, and he looks at Wilkie, tilting his head ever-so-slightly. Alex nods, and then brings Laz to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: Whip into Project X...HE'S GOT HIM BY THE GOOZLE...!!

X goes lifts Laz up high for the Probe, but Malicious springboards over the top rope and nails X with a flying dropkick to the forehead. X releases Corey and stumbles backwards, falling over the top rope and landing on his feet on the floor. Malicious slides out of the ring, and then he and X both grab steel chairs at almost the same exact moment. After landing on his knees, Corey gets up to his feet, and Wilkie immediately lifts him up into a fireman's carry as Malicious wails away on X.

Jon McDaniel: Grade A Stunner attempt...NO!!!

Corey fires off a quintet of back elbows to Wilkie's face, causing him to drop Laz down behind him. Laz picks him up in an inverted fireman's carry, and then drops him head-first to the mat with an inverted Tombstone.


Malicious and X have a swordfight with their chairs on the outside, and Lazarus drops down atop Wilkie, lying with his back across Alex's shoulders as he hooks a leg with one hand and counts along with the ref with the other.





Just after the bell rings, Malicious boots X low and nails him with his chair, denting it in half and breaking off one of the legs. X falls down into a heap against the ring steps, the broken chair hung around his neck, and Malicious looks up as Corey rises to his feet.

Eric Emerson: The winners of this match, and advancing to the finals of the PWA Intercontinental title contendership tournament...COREY LAZARUS AND MALICIOUS!!!

"Crowned in Terror" cues up where it left off as Price slides into the ring, raising his client's arm up in victory. Malicious looks up, almost confused, and then walks to the ramp, his hands on his hips and his eyes focused on Laz.

Jon McDaniel: And however brief that may have been, it was vicious enough to warrant a week of rest from all four men involved.

Malicious doesn't take is glare off of Laz - not ONCE - as he backs up the ramp. Laz notices as he slides out of the ring, Price in tow, and just flashes his trademark devilish grin.

After Lazarus and Malicious make their collective way up the entrance ramp, only Project X remains in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: "It's sad to see Project X go out like this... he was one of the premiere athletes in the new incarnation of the PWA when this whole thing began, and now... nothing."

For whatever reason, a rope is dropped down from the rafters, which Project X notices as he pushes himself to his feet.

Brian Rentfro: "What the hell?"

The house lights tone down and fade into a few different shades of pink before finally flickering all the way out.

Brian Rentfro: "Well this is certainly cliché."

As soon as the lights come back on, we immediately notice that the rope is noosed around project x, he's choking, but not from the pull... there's enough slack for him to be down onto his knees. It's simply the tightness from the loop around his neck. A female, adorned in a pair of blue jean Capri's, a pink slipknot baby doll tee, pink Adidas', and a pink hockey mask has managed to slink into the ring. She stands at the bottom ring rope from the camera - a mic in hand, ready to pounce.

"This is how your world ends. This is how it ends. Not with a whimper, but with a bang."

She goes running wildly, hopping over Project X in a single-bound... right before jumping to the second rope. She comes barreling off with a shotgun blast worthy boomerang toe kick to the back of the skull. He falls limp as the woman cues someone in the rafters to pull the rope up - strangling him. A liquid substance begins pouring down the rope as well. Before you know it... Project X is soaked in it.

Jon McDaniel: "That smells like... *sniff-sniff* kerosene... holy shit!"

Another woman hops over the railing at ringside, and slides in with a sledgehammer. This second woman, she's been in the PWA before... with a mere handful of appearances. Most notably with someone else, the daughter of a legend around these parts. She hands the sledgehammer, as well as the previously dropped microphone to the other beauty.

"It never had to end this way X, it didn't. I've seen you take a pyro blast to the face, get dropped through glass from twenty-or-thirty feet, and I can't count the number of times I had you laying on your back... but I think it's time, once and for all, that I send you back to hell. This is how it ends X..."

She pulls out a box of Marlboro reds and a lighter, before throwing her mask off.... she lights up the cigarette in her mouth.

"Names Enika Engel, bitch."

She takes a deep drawl off of the cigarette before flicking it at the now kerosene soaked Project X. He immediately goes up in flames as Enika laughs.

Enika Engel: "How's it feel? Tell me, how's it feel to know that this could be it? This could be the last time you ever enter a ring? Feels pretty damned horrible doesn't it? Yeah, I know, I was there. You put me in that position. And as far as I'm concerned... I'm just repaying the favor."

Enika watches as the fire burns up the rope, ripping it to shreds in the process. As he falls to the ground, the sprinkler system sets off. Soaking Enika and her friend.

Enika Engel: "Let this be a lesson to the rest of you as well - keep it on a civil level. I'm here to wrestle, collect a paycheck, and have some fun. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't go trying to prematurely end my beautiful career, or you'll end up like this."

"Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin hits over the PA-system, cueing Enika's exit. She smiles.

Enika Engel: "That's all too fitting."

She drops the mic, and exits the ring to the back - alongside her dolled up friend. Paramedics rush out to Project X's aid.


As Corey Lazarus turns the corner after his match - there's a familiar face waiting for him.

"Hello, friend."

The camera turns around to catch who it is just as he spits a blue-green mist into the face of Lazarus - and the few fans who remember, absolutely erupt. Thunderwolf pins him to the wall, a forearm across his neck.

Thunderwolf: "Look - it's like this. I've listened to your promos, and nothing's changed. You're still the same conceited, little fucking kid who whines on and on about being stuck in my shadow. Get over it, and get over yourself. You're not that great."

Corey struggles to move but Thunderwolf - with years of pent up rage, kept currently at a temperate bay - pushes that much harder into Corey's neck.

Thunderwolf: "I've read the blogs too, and it kills me, pains me I say - rather, to admit - that I ever associated myself with such an emo bitch! It's a dying age on the internet to anyone above the age of sixteen my friend, we're living in rock hard times in an economically unstable country... and here you are, thinking you've got the collective ear and eye of everyone. Well here's a newsflash - you don't. This industry is dead, and in spirit, so are you. We're soldiers fighting a battle that's long since died... so please, next time you wanna go on some tirade about how Enika bit your cock too hard while you two were together... don't. Just do us the favor, and don't. Because no one cares."

One last shove into the wall.

Thunderwolf: "The sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be. Make your own kind of music Laz, sing your own special song. But for the love of god, leave us the fuck out of it."

Wolf lets him down - and Corey obviously wants a fight. It's around this time that Rain and Demarcus Priest round the corner, weapons in hand. This keeps him at Bay as Wolf gives Lazarus a coy little smile, and a wink.

Thunderwolf: "For all intents and purposes - we're back. So for the sake of everyone's well-being, you stay out of our business, and ummm... we'll stay out of yours... capiche?

Lazarus grabs a towel from a nearby table to wipe the blinding mist from his eyes as T-wolf and his crew back away and turn a corner to leave the arena, when T-wolf stops abruptly as he's face to face with the Soul-Taker, Raizzor. If the fans erupted before, the arena becomes defeaning as the two men stare holes into each other. With a chuckle of disdain, T-wolf just steps around Raizzor and walks off. A moment later, Lazarus comes around the corner, eyes clear, looking for T-wolf and stops just as suddenly. Before he can react, Raizzor draws a his thumb across his throat and growls deeply one word...

Raizzor: Genesis.

He then brushes past a startled Corey Lazarus and disappears around that same corner.

Riona Langly & Jamie Flynn vs Viktor Stone & Jethro Hayes

World Title Tournament

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall and it will determine the finalists in the tournament to determine the opponent for the World Champion at Genesis in February...

The cranking of a tractor is heard throughout the arena and the video entrance of Jethro Hayes begins playing over the big screen.
Cows moo, on the screen cows are shown in a green pasture. Pigs are oinking, on the screen pigs run around in mud within a fence. The scene on the screen
goes to rolling hills, showing combines in the field harvesting crops, tractors harrowing the ground preparing for the new crop; semi trucks are hauling
off the harvested crop. A man walks up the 3 steps and opens the door on the cab of his John Deere tractor, he is wearing a John Deere trucker hat, and
is missing a few teeth, evident by the grinning face he turns to the camera, he waves at the camera; it is part of a family video. He climbs on into the
cab of the tractor; along with the cranking of the tractor on the screen, the beginning of Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver begins to play over
the speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John Deere 4720 tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up from the muffler.

~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy

When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an hour.

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... Jethro Hayes!"

With the mentioning of his name, Jethro toots the tractor's horn inside the cab and waves to the crowd, he revs the tractor's engine slightly in response
to the crowd.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while reving the tractor to full power; then he shuts the tractor
off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge pop, he waves and climbs down. Jethro is wearing overalls with a yellow John Deere shirt underneath, brown
Wolverine boots, and a John Deere hat.

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with the music.

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in the air, still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a fiddle.

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the
entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey hoodie with the sleeves rolled
up and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed...
Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds...
For the trials of today, I'm no jury,
Really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. The man beings to make his way down the rampway as Red lights flicker throuhout the arena.
On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various MMA and Pro-wrestling matches.

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed...
A message to the forces I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel...
Expectations of our daily bread gives me the hunger to steal...
You want the good life
You break your back
You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed
body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, the lights flickering along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the arena shut off completely,
and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd claps along with the music as images of angels and death flash across the screen,
superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning, the music stops and a massive
explosion of pyro goes off as the metal part of the intro begins, the lights coming back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala
begins singing.

### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front
of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, the red bangs at
the front hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.

### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###

The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her
arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face. A huge pop occurs as
a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out. She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would
be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers
to switch back to blue.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first/next... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 140 pounds, and stands at five foot

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###

Riona unstraps the PWA Intercontinental Championship from her waist and raises it high with one arm, pacing across the entrance ramp and showing everyone
what she's got as the lasers turn back to red with Tajra's voice returning.

### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona lowers her arm and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over
her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd. The arching
shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks.
Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs.
She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose with the Intercontinental Championship in her right hand as silver pyro shoots
up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some
last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington...

The house lights dim, as the image of a red ouroboros flashes on the monitor...

Amidst the cheering, "The Pot" subtly begins to play over the arena.

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been... high
You must have been... high

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...

As the sounds of Tool kick up and the bass begins to resonate, Jamie Flynn appears at the top of the ramp to the ovation of his fans. Wearing his trademark
Aviators and a black hoodie, he raises his arm to them and begins his walk to the ring.

Foot in mouth and head up ass
So whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out. boy,

You must have been... so high
You must have been... so high

Eric Emerson: He is... JAMIE FLYNN!!

He slides under the bottom rope and rolls into the ring. He walks briskly to a corner and hops up, throwing one arm up into the air and soaking in a few
more moments of the crowds' admiration.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Musta got lemon juice up in your... eye!
When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must have been... high! high!
You must have been... high! high!

Removing his shades and sweater, he hands them off to an official outside the ring and moves to his corner, where he stretches out a few last-minute kinks
and waits for the match to begin.


Viktor stands inside the ring, he wants the first crack at this match; Jamie calmly gets into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: These two have been talking smack against each other all week.

Brian Rentfro: It is fixing to boil over now.

Jamie looks at Viktor and gives that "You are number one"(he flicks him off) hand movement. Lock up and a go behind from Flynn and a slamming forearm shot to the back of his head sends Viktor down to the mat on one knee. The Beast spins around on that knee and spears out at Jamie,Jamie lifts him up into the air, dropping him with a spike DDt to the mat. Stone is up again, not as quickly, but he is up staring daggers at Flynn, who just merely smirks back at Viktor. He allows Viktor to gain his feet, but is there quickly, knife edge chop, another, and another has Viktor backed up into the corner. Irish whip and Viktor is sent across the r ing, reversal and now Jamie is sent across the ring, right into the corner. Viktor follows quickly on his heels and splashes Jamie into the turnbuckle paddings. Knife edge chop and a forearm to Flynn's chest. Viktor slaps Jamie cross the face and the force leaves a red mark on his cheek, the fire lights up in Jamie's eyes.The two are in the corner trading rights and lefts. Right from Jamie, right from Viktor, left from Jamie, and a left from Viktor.

Brian Rentfro: This is quickly turning into a brawl.

Jon McDaniel: Alot on the line here Brian.

Knee to Jamie's midsection stops his barrage of punches and Viktor looks down at his accomplishement, blood tricklling from his busted lip. Elbow to his back and Jamie is down to one knee. Elbow again and Jamie is down to both knees. Stone is going for a forearm to Jamie's back when Flynn grabs his trunks and yanks him towards the corner as Jamie, himself, falls out of the way. The force of the pull sends Viktor into the padding and his head smashes off the padding violently. Jamie is up and springboards from the middle rope with a mule kick that sends Viktor back into the corner. Viktor is coming back this time right into a spinning full nelson slam from Jamie and Viktor is on the mat. Jamie hits the ropes, leaps over Viktor and springs back with a reverse moonsault. He hooks the leg and makes the cover.

ONE... TWO...-- Viktor rolls up a shoulder just in time.

Jon McDaniel: Jamie with a near victory there.

Brian Rentfro: Viktor got the shoulder way before the three count.

Jamie pulls Viktor up to his feet, and whips him into the ropes once more, he follows himself on the perpindicular ropes. Jamie comes back having timed Viktor's stride perfectly right into a flip over jawbreaker from Viktor.

Brian Rentfro: What was that?

Jon McDaniel: I don't know but Jamie is out cold.

Viktor goes to make a cover, but decides instead to deliver some more damage to his opponent. Whip into the ropes and a bend over and a back body drop; Jamie is down to the mat. Viktor walks over and hooks in a side headlock; he is content and no expression is on his face. Stone's face is utter blankness as he just wears down the chaotic highflying Jamie Flynn. Jamie is beginning to struggle, but falls back down after a few feeble attempts; he may be out cold. The ref comes over to make the mandatory arm drop, but Riona leaps from the top rope with a long missile dropkick that catches Viktor squarely in the back of his head. Viktor releases the hold and falls forward his head smacking on the mat hard. The referee is admonishing Riona for her interference, but she only shrugs as she backs up. Jamie crawls towards Riona, intending to tag her into the match. Viktor is up on his knees spitting the blood from his mouth and looking at his tag team partner waiting to get into the party. Viktor stands shakily, barely manages to keep his feet, and shoots Jethro a bird. Jethro is taken aback from the gesture, he wants to help his team win and get on in the tournament. Viktorspits out a wad of spit and blood and turns. Running inseguri from Riona sends Viktor into his own corner where Jethro tags himself into the match.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro is in the match and did you hear the crowd erupt?

Brian Rentfro: What, they all eat the chili cheese nachos too?

Riona and Jethro nod at each other, mutual respect evident in their faces. Lock up with with his size Jethro gains quickly with a wristlock, that he carries behind her back. Riona is expressionless as she appears to allow Jethro to do exactly what he is doing. She drops down to one knee and tries to flip Jethro up and over, but he doesn't budge at all, she looks worried now and Jethro grins.Riona is back up to one knee now and grabs Jethros foot with her free arm. She pulls on it and it budges the farmer turned wrestler. Riona, she smiles, as she stands back up and notices they are in the middle of the ring. She shoves backwards and Jethro releases the wristlock, Riona slams herself into the corner and Jethro follows her in with a clothesline that nearly sends her up and over the top rope. She bounces back from the impact and Jethro takes her down with a bulldog to the mat. Riona is a fighter, and pushes up with a great shove, she has to move herself and Jethro too, and is up to a knee. Elbow to Jethro's side, another, and the hold is broken. Riona spins on her one knee and drives a well placed punch into Jethro's mouth. He looks shocked, but delivers a well placed punch of his own into Riona's nose. Jethro's lip busts and Riona's nose is broken. Riona reaches out, cat quick, and locks Jethro into a headlock, she throws repeated blows into his face. One, two, three, four, five, Jethro elbows her in her ribs and she stops immediately. Jethro raises his elbow and slams it home into Riona's face, she falls back and now her lips are busted as well.She shoots up to her feet and Jethro narrowly dodges a kick from her and he smiles, but is not able to avoid the second kick from Riona that catches him squarely in the temple. As his eyes roll up in his head, Riona lashes out with another kick and Jethro is downed. Riona makes the cover.

ONE... TWO...-- Jethro manages to get a foot into the ropes and the count is broken.

Jon McDaniel: Jethro just a bit too close to the ropes there and Riona is forced to continnue.

Brian Rentfro: I think the fan behind me ate too many chili cheese nachos.

Jon McDaniel: Are you still on about those nachos?

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I had jalapeno slices on mine.

Riona back up to her feet and backs up just a bit, she gets a running start and goes for abaseball slide to Jethro, who manages to sit up just in time to avoid the blow. Jethro is near his partner, who is rabid to get into the match, so Jethro tags him in. Viktor is indifferent about Jethro's tag and just charges in to attack Riona. She is bent over, getting up from her missed baseball slide when Viktor's knee slams into her head causing her to fall back down to the mat. She rolls over as Viktor begins to stomp at her, he places a boot into her gut, then her midsection, then her face. Riona has rolled to the corner post and can roll no further. Viktor is stomping away at any part of Riona tthat he can get to. Riona falls out of the ring and Viktor, in his rage, follows. Riona gets around the corner and gets up to a knee, holding her bleeding face. Viktor comes up behind her and spins Riona around. She spits blood into his eyes and it stops him long enough for her to slam his temple into the metal ring post. He rocks back from the blow and she quickly grabs him, whipping him into the post again. She looks up at the r ing and she rolls Viktor back into the ring; she follows quickly. Grabbing him in a wristlock, she places some kicks into his ribcage and pulls him towards the waiting Jamie Flynn. She reaches out and tags him and he leaps to the top turnbuckle and divesrolling him up with a sunset flip.

ONE... TWO... THR-- Jethro in to stop the count by a stomp to Jamie's neck. Jamie looks up at Jethro, who just shrugs and mouths "Just business."

Jon McDaniel: Jethro with a save there.

Brian Rentfro: Wish someone would save us all from the revenge of the chili...

Jon McDaniel: Will you stop it with the chili cheese nachos?!

Brian Rentfro: Well, you didn't have to be so rude about it. I don't have to take this, ya know.

Viktor is pulled to his knees by Jamie, who whips him towards Jethro, but Viktor reverses and Jamie is sent into a sharp elbow smash from Jethro, the blow causes Jamie to bounce back. Viktor with a neckbreaker and Jamie is downed, but too close to the ropes for a cover. Jethro extends his hand and Viktor looks up at it and ignores the gesture, preferring to continue the brutality. He leans over Jamie with a hand on his throat and similtaneously chokes Jamie out while he punches away at Jamie's temple. Jamie gets in the ropes and the referee forces Viktor to release the hold and similtaneously stops the punching. Viktor gets up and is frustrated with the referee who says something about it not being MMA. The two are arguing in the middle of the ring when Viktor is tapped from behind.

Jon McDaniel: Viktor has to keep his head in this matchup.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, or else this is as far as he and Jethro go.

Viktor turns around and Jamie delivers a low kick to the inside of Viktor's thigh, and then Jamie follows that up with a mid-roundhouse kick to Viktor's ribs.
Jamie then leaps into Viktor and sandwiches his head with a downward Muay Thai elbow thrust to the top of his head, and a rising Muay Thai knee
to his jaw.

Brian Rentfro: That was... that was...

Jon McDaniel: Combo #5.

Viktor is downed and hurt.

Jamie grabs the feet of Viktor, quickly, and turns him over into...

Jon McDaniel: Mercy Killing!

Brian Rentfro: He intends to make Viktor tap out.

Viktor struggles for a bit, but every time he gets near enough to the ropes to grab them, he is yanked back from them back to the middle of the ring. Jethro sees whats about to happen and runs into the ring, but Riona is there just as quick and dives into Jethro and both tumble to the outside. In the ring, Viktor has no choice, he is in great amounts of pain and repeatedly taps the mat in frustration.


Eric Emerson: The winners of the match by submission.... Riona Langly and Jamie Flynn!

Brian Rentfro: He did it, he made the former MMA star tap out!

Jon McDaniel: The reprocussions of this are tremendous!

Flynn exhaustedly stands and has his hand raised by the referee. He knows he's just one step away from facing The Phoenix for the PWA World Championship at Genesis. It's this fact, sinking in, that has him spinning on his heels to find Riona standing there, almost as she was ready to blind side him. The two stare deep into each other's eyes, but it sure aint romantic. The tension is palatable, while outside, Jethro Hayes dejectedly walks up the ramp, seeing his first World title opportunity pass him by. Stone, on the other hand, hobbles to the corner by the announcers table, looking pissed to all hell, and his attitude seems to give off the 'I'm not done with you, yet' vibe.

Jon McDaniel: Hayes was incredible, his time is due! Stone, he put up a valiant effort, and as long as he keeps hunting, that world title is going to be in his sights again soon!

Brian Rentfro: Dude, chill, they lost, they have to cope! What I wanna see is these two, Flynn and Langly, go at it NOW!!

Jon McDaniel: Next week, Brian, next week... we're going to see the culmination of this tournament... with Jamie Flynn and Riona Langly vying to be the number one contender to the PWA World Title.

Brian Rentfro: Oh man, you realize if Riona wins.. she'll have to pull double duty and defend the PWA IC title too!?

Jon McDaniel: And if Flynn wins, he'll do the same, having the tag titles to defend!

Brian Rentfro: Oh, Jon, come on.. all Flynn has to do is make Stevenson work the entire match, win or lose... Flynn has it in the bag baby!

Jon McDaniel: If he gets past Riona Langly! Well, folks, that's it for Rampage, it was a hell of a ride... see you in a week!!! Good Night!