As the show begins, pyros blaze off around the arena, and the fans are wild about tonight's event! Down at ringside, our announcers are in place and seem just as excited with what is about to go down!
McDaniel:
Welcome everyone to Retribution!!!
Rentfro:
This is going to be an amazing night! So
many stories, so much drama, and it all comes to a head here!
McDaniel:
The title of this PPV couldn’t be more apt, considering what we have going
down!
Rentfro:
Consider this! Frost, demanding a
match against Project X, for all that happened on PWA Radio!
McDaniel:
Or, what about the O’Connors and Robinson’s team? They’ve got at it week
after week!!
Rentfro:
Reaper? Chamelion!? A Rubber match with a Stockade, each one wants their own
brand of Retribution!
McDaniel:
Don’t forget Sandra and Fire… Sandra’s out for her own brand of justice
after what her punk husband did to her, and Fire? She has the TV title… and
she wants to keep it AND Chamelion with her at all costs!
Rentfro:
Last week, Brandon Nova appeared and now the Kumquat Kid is looking for his own
bit of vengeance, although with him I’m not sure he’d call it THAT!
McDaniel:
And a month ago, The Virus; Matthew Engel won the right to chase after the
Intercontinental Championship, and Nightmare stands in his way!
Rentfro:
And in a historic rematch from Genesis, Mark McNasty enters now as a challenger
against the defending PWA World Champion, Corey Lazarus.
The question on everyone’s mind… did McNasty come out with a fluke
win months ago, or was it the beginning… a prelude.. to his eventual rise to
the PWA World Title?
McDaniel: You know Corey is out to gain retribution in his own way, for what went down months ago… and tonight he’ll get his chance… everyone, it’s time to settle the score.. it’s time for some RETRIBUTION!!!!
Tag Team Elimination Match
The Phoenix, Might & Magic vs. The O'Connor Boys & The Grim Reaper
We see a stage hand standing backstage. Suddenly, Mark McNasty
runs up to him. McNasty has an arm behind his back.
McNasty: Hey
man, I need your help.
The stage hand looks caught off guard.
SH-Ok.
McNasty: I'm
trying to come up with some material to counter Corey Lazarus's last promo, and
I was thinking I should use this!
McNasty pulls his arm out from behind his back to show he has a brown paper bag
on his hand with little fake eyes glued on.
McNasty: I
call him SPAZ, and have him sing show tunes.
The bag starts moving.
Bag-Make um laugh, make um laugh, MAKE UM LAUGHHHHH!
McNasty has the bags "mouth" stay open as he turns it from side to
side, as if its looking for applause. He gets none though, as the stage hand
actually looks angry.
SH-That's just pitiful! What kind of low down skum bag just goes and blatantly
copies the concept of his opponent's last promo.
McNasty: What
kind of skum bag indeed.
As McNasty says this, his head drifts sideways until he is staring straight into
the camera. McNasty's face is dead serious and he is giving the camera the evil
eye. But, after a second, he snaps out of it and quickly turns back.
McNasty: Oh
thank you for showing me the error of my way. You're right, I should get a
writer since I can't come up with my own original material.
McNasty chucks the bag behind him in one swift motion that involves his arm
going up and behind him.
McNasty: But
if I may, can I ask you another question.
The stage hand looks at his watch.
SH-Yeah, I have some time.
McNasty flashes a wicked smirk.
McNasty: Awesome!
Thanks. Ok, so if one guy steps on some ants, for hypothetical purposes lets
call these ants Lex and Rob; but then someone else steps on some ants who we
will call Matt, Karasu, Circa, and...oh, lets go with Rob.
SH-But you already used that name.
McNasty: Blah
blah blah, I'm asking the question. So, this second guy comes along, and tries
to tell the first guy he's the better guy for stepping on more ants...does that
make him sound more impressive?
The stage hand stares for a second.
SH-So what you're asking is, if you step on two ants, then say, I go and step on
four ants, does that mean I'm better than you?
McNasty smirks.
McNasty: That's
what I'm getting at.
The stage hand looks baffled.
SH-Why the hell would that make me any better for stepping on more ants? Anyone
can step on ants; and the fact someone would gloat about that just means they
are a very sad person.
Suddenly, we hear a voice.
Voice-How could you just throw me away like trash? I thought what we had was
SPECIAL!
...McNasty's lips were moving. He lets out an overdone sigh.
McNasty: Sorry
dude, I got to take care of that. Thanks for the help!
McNasty smiles as the stage hand just walks off. McNasty turns and walks a few
feet, picks up the bag, and throws it in a trash bin. He finally turns and
begins to address the camera.
McNasty: Corey,
it seems every time I listen to a new promo from you, you just dig yourself a
deeper hole. The worst part though, is you try to drag me down with you. You say
to admit when people are better than me. What truly makes you believe you are
better than me Corey? You have a .33 average against me when it comes to us in
the ring on opposing sides. Oh, but what's that I hear you saying? Some crap
trying to make you sound like the good guy, proclaiming you never said you were
better than me?
McNasty's face looks frustrated. He knows what he is saying, and believes every
word.
McNasty: Don't
even try that game with me Corey. You can twist your words anyway you want; but
I refuse to lay down and die. I already told you I am giving my all to this
match, and I see no reason to back out now. We're playing a game of chicken
Corey; and I got nothing left for me except to win. So you have two choices
before you; either swerve, or prepare to be hit head on.
McNasty spits to the side before he continues.
McNasty: You
think you're all that special because your claims of being the World Champ when
you walked out of High Stakes came true Corey? Well, as Robinson says, even a
broken clock is right twice a day. And if you keep saying you're going to win EVERY
MATCH YOU GO INTO, well, logic just says eventually you have to be right.
And, I guess High Stakes was just one of those times. Because I know when you
said you'd walk out IC champ at Genesis, your clock was off.
McNasty looks to the side for a moment. He seems to be collecting his thoughts.
McNasty: Corey,
the nickname of "Virus" gets thrown around a bit here in the PWA. But,
the name couldn't fit anymore more perfectly than you. You came into the PWA,
and infected it. You think we care about this acting career of yours? You think
the fans will love you even if you talk down about wrestling? These fans know
what we give to entertain them. They know the hardships we go through. And to
you Corey, you act as if it means nothing. Turn your back on the fans, and see
if they don't turn their backs on you. Therefore, I'm here to take that belt
away from you; so it can be around the waist of something who appreciates this
"shit of a sport."
McNasty has a scowl on his face.
McNasty: Speaking
of shit Corey, you MUST be shitting me. Either that, or you just pretend to
listen to my promos. Did you not hear me last night when I told you how stupid
you were? Because dude, seriously, we've had THREE matches
on opposing sides! I swear you're going to give me an aneurysm from trying to
figure out how you've made it this far on looks alone; because I'm pretty sure
that even though the lights are on, no one is driving the car.
McNasty: Want
further proof? Well, it comes in abundances thanks to your mouth and your damn
sock. Corey, I never said,
McNasty lifts his leg up and slides a piece of paper out.
McNasty: "that
the glass ceiling was holding you down for most of your career, but you've
admitted a few times that you were holding yourself back." What I said, was
that you obviously don't understand the concept of the glass ceiling. Because
you blamed your being held back on it, BUT, you are given so many damn
opportunities. What it sounds like to me is you are trying to pass off your
short comings as someone else's fault.
McNasty's eyes get wide, and he begins talking in a sarcastic tone.
McNasty: Gee-golly-gosh,
imagine that. Corey Lazarus won't man up to his own losses. He's blaming them on
someone else. I NEVER thought that could happen. Never never NEVER.
McNasty makes a gagging noise.
McNasty: Oh
excuse me, I caught a wiff of that sock. Dude, its called laundry detergent.
McNasty takes a second to collect himself.
McNasty: Anyway
Corey, we need to discuss something. You want to know the real reason
stock rises when you come around? Because everyone says, "Hey, here comes
the Undisputed Punching Bag Champ. Let's go watch him earn his title!"
McNasty smirks.
McNasty: Its
the same reason people love watching punk'd. People simply like seeing celeb's
in compromising positions. And, seeing you get your teeth knocked in is no
exception. In-fact, why do you think Elimination Chamber was so popular? People
couldn't wait to see Raizzor hit you with yet another shoulder breaker. Its more
the blood-lust for a celeb than the fact these people like you Corey. You've
blatantly admitted these fans aren't your people. You say that wrestling is your
hobby more than your life. That's even more reason for me to take that title
from you. Besides, stop kidding yourself Corey. You know the truth.
He looks focused as he looks at the camera.
McNasty: That
belt would look AWESOME around my waist.
The serious look disappears as McNasty half smiles, half laughs.
McNasty: I
know the Nastynites are just dying to hear my catch phrase. But, alas, I can't
say it. Even if there is a smile on my face, the second part hasn't happened
yet. As to if it will be true after our match...well, I'd bet it will.
McNasty begins talking again. As he does, he starts walking.
McNasty: Corey,
what it boils down to is this. Its so easy to say what you want to say, before
telling the person you're having an argument, conversation, or whatever with; to
be quiet because "you're right and they are wrong." I have never said
to not back yourself up. I've actually asked you to. But you...you just keep
spewing more faulty logic, and self hyped "facts." Whatever you want
to say to help you sleep at night, before covering your ears and going, BLAH
BLAH BLAH
McNasty does this as he's saying it. He removes his hands before he talks again.
McNasty: Well,
it doesn't mean crap Corey. When you speak, it's only words. Not everything to
come out of your mouth is a fact. You say I didn't ask for a world title
shot...Dude...serious? I was demanding one for the last six months. Once that IC
title came off my waist, management did what they thought I wanted done; they
put Grade A Nastyness up for the Tag Titles. So, why look a gift horse in the
mouth? I went with it, and got fucked over by Robinson and his cronies. And,
while I could've bitch and complained and demanded a rematch, I took the
opportunity for the best it could be; I got myself a World title contendership
match...which I won.
McNasty flashes his trademark smile. His pearly whites shine.
McNasty: And
now, I make the most of that shot.
McNasty comes to a door. He looks back at the camera as he steps into the
doorway.
McNasty: So
Corey, take pics with your baby while you got it. Build some fond memories, or
whatever you want. But, make sure you shine that belt up nice for me; I'd hate
for it to look smudged in my first picture with it tomorrow night.
McNasty smirks and winks as he walks into the room, and closes the door. Out
last sight is the name plate "McNasty" on the door.
Last Man Standing Match
Project X vs. Deacon Frost
McDaniel:
Well Brian, its been quite a night.
Rentfro:
If you mean, living up to what a PWA pay per view should, then damn right it
has.
Eric Emerson:
Ladies and Gentlemen... standing at 7 foot even and weighing in at 350
pounds...Deacon Frost."
The fans quiet down in the arena as the lights go purple. Smoke slowly rises
from the entrance. A rain like mist floats through the arena as the opening
guitar riff of Saliva’s “I Walk Alone” blares through the speakers.
“I walk alone
I walk for miles inside this of pit of danger
A place where no one follows me
I walk alone”
“Yeah
I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads
I've never understood a damn thing that they said
From words to actions
Never knowing what they're about
I guess I'll have to chew them up and spit them out
And I'll say yeah”
Pyros explodes and out walks Deacon Frost. He is wearing a black leather duster.
He has on black baggy jeans and black boots. Frost’s fist and forearms
are covered in white tape. Frost stands in the middle of the pyros going off
around him. He slowly makes his way down to the ring. Frost steps up onto
the ring apron and over the top rope.
“I walked for miles inside this pit of danger
I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger
The weight of the world has fallen on me
I walk alone”
The fans go wild as the big man paces around the ring. Frost settles into the
corner and waits for the match to get started as the music dies down.
Rentfro:
Shame, Frost is a monster. If he’d just kept his yap shut on PWA Radio, he’d
be alive past the next five minutes.
"Hysteria" by Muse begins to play. The fans all stand, staring up at
the entrance way as PX walks out.
McDaniel:…Is
he wearing a hockey mask?
Rentfro:
That’s appropriate considering that date.
Eric Emerson:
And, making his way to the ring, weighting in at 352, Project X!
PX makes his way to the ring. He walks up the stairs, and enters the ring.
DING DING DING
The match starts quick. Deacon and PX charge each other. Deacon goes for a big
boot, but PX actually catches his foot. PX throws it back down, and causes Frost
to lose his balance. PX quickly takes advantage with a hard clothesline. PX
bends over, and puts his hands around Frost’s throat. PX actually drags the
big man back to his feet; but Frost hits a solid headbut on PX. PX stumbles a
little, but regains him composure. There is a crack in his hockey mask though.
McDaniel:
Wow, that must’ve been a hard headbut.
Frost, now with the slight advantage, runs forward. He crouches and puts his
arms behind PX’s legs, triping the big man up. Frost lands on PX, and begins
swinging right and left.
Rentfro:
Closed fists. Cool.
McDaniel:
Closed fists normally illegal folks. But, not under Last Man Standing rules.
Frost pulls back, and goes for a final vicious punch. But, PX rolls his head to
the side. You can hear the crunch as Frost’s fist connects with the canvas.
The big man has just enough time to let out a groan, before PX’s hands are on
his face, and rolling him onto his back. PX gets Frost down, before lifting his
legs so they are straight; then bringing both knees down on the
Rentfro:
DAMNNNN.
Frost grinds his teeth. His eyes are closed for a second, and when they open, we
only see white. His eyes unroll after a second, but he looks like that hurt him.
SO, it doesn’t make it any better when PX brings the 3.5 hundred pounds of
force back down on Frost’s head AGAIN.
McDaniel:
That could knock Frost out right there.
Frost’s eyes don’t open back up this time, and PX doesn’t waste any time
as he rolls out of the ring. He grabs a chair, and throws it up over the top
rope. Unfortunetly for Frost, it lands on his head. Then goes over to the ring
apron, and lifts up the side flap. He pulls out a table, a trash can full of
stuff, and then comes out, and scratches his head.
McDaniel:
I wonder what he’s looking for.
PX bends down, and looks under the ring one more time. He comes back out all the
way, except for his right hand. He looks back at the announcers, and holds up a
thumb.
Rentfro:
I guess he found what he was looking for.
PX pulls his arm out to reveal a machete.
Rentfro:
Aw, how cute. His costume comes with accessories.
The ref dives out of the ring, and is as close to in PX’s face as a man under
6 foot can be. He tells PX “Absolutely fuckin not.” PX replies by never
taking his eyes off the ref, yet chucking the machete behind him. It lands on
the top of the announcers desk, planted in the desk between McDaniel and
Rentfro.
McDaniel:…holy crap.
Rentfro:
Wow, that was close. And I already had a hair cut this month.
PX turns around, walks over to the announcers table, and puts his hands on one
of the mini Tvs.
PX: I’m going to borrow this now.
PX pulls the TV with a large amount of force, and yanks it off the table. PX
then walks back to the ring, and rolls in. PX walks over to Frost, and stares
down at him.
McDaniel:
This image is uncomforting, watching the emotionless mask stare down at Deacon
Frost.
Rentfro:
Damnit. Now he’s going to break our tv on Frost’s face.
PX doesn’t get the chance as Frost springs up, and slams the chair that had
been sitting on his face into the side of PX’s leg. PX bends over, the tv
right in front of his head. Frost pulls back one more time, and slams the chair
into the tv; which in turn slams into PX’s head.
Rentfro:
That was AWESOME.
PX falls to the mat. Blood is staining the black hood he has on over his hair,
attached to the back of the hockey mask.
1
2
3
As we see Deacon Frost standing over PX, he doesn’t look much better. He has a
huge knot on his forehead from where PX slammed his knees into him.
4
5
PX is rolling.
6
Frost breaks it up. He picks up PX and throws him to the ropes.
McDaniel:
Frost possibly setting up for the Frost Bite.
As PX comes back, Frost goes to swing him. However, PX elbows Frost in the side
of the face. Frost releases his grip, letting PX get his. PX slams his hand into
Frost’s throat, and connects with the Probe!
Rentfro:
And Deacon Frost just got probed!
1
2
3
4
Frost sits up. PX puts his boot to the side of Frost’s face, not letting him
have time to recover. Frost finally grabs the boot though, and twists. PX falls
to his knees. Both men, almost face to face; what with frost sitting and PX on
his knees, grab at the others throats.
McDaniel:
Some struggle we have going on Brian.
Rentfro:
Its Goliath Vs Goliath in there.
Both men never take their eyes, or hands, off the other as they stand.
McDaniel:
A true test of might.
Frost is turning red, but we can’t see PX under his mask. Finally, PX performs
a knee lift into Frost’s gut. PX lifts for the probe!
McDaniel
+ Rentfro:
This is it!
BUT, Frost takes two fingers, and jams them through the eye holes. PX screams
before releasing Frost. Frost capitalizes by nailing The Cold Shoulder!
1
2
3
Frost walks over to the broken tv and chair. He puts the tv, ontop of the chair.
4
Rentfro:
Frost better hurry. Doesn’t he know in these horror movies, the bad guy never
stays dead the first time.
5
McDaniel:
Brain, this isn’t a damn movie.
PX sits up.
Rentfro is seen sticking his tongue out at McDaniel.
PX lumbers to his feet as Frost turns to see him. PX rushes him, and Frost just
barely manages to duck a huge big boot. Frost grabs PX, spins him, and nails The
Cold Shoulder AGAIN! This time, onto the tv on top of the chair.
1
2
3
Frost walks over to a corner.
4
He climbs to the top turnbuckle and sits.
5
McDaniel:
This could be it.
6
7
PX finally moves.
8
PX pushes up with his arms
9
His arms give out and he crashes back to the mat.
10!
*DING DING DING*
Eric Emerson:
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, DEACON FROST!
Frost simply looks out to the crowd with a smile as he holds him arm up. Back
over at PV, we can see an entire chunk of the mask has chipped off; and a puddle
of blood is forming. The ref holds his arm up for the X.
McDaniel:
Oh no.
Rentfro:
PX may be a monster, but he’s also a man.
EMT’s come running down to the ring and roll PX over. They remove his mask and
begin looking at him. Hes unresponsive, and they act quickly to get him on a
gurney. As he is wheeled out, the fans cheer.
Rentfro:
That was a sick match McDaniel. These guys both gave a hell of an effort.
McDaniel:
Indeed they did. Which is even more reason for Deacon Frost to be proud of
himself tonight.
Rentfro: But he looks worn out, and he still has to try to capture the PWA Tag-Titles later on!!! But that's then, next, is a match to decide the #1 contender for the Grizzly Beer title, and it has its own bit of retribution!!
#1 Contendership to the Grizzly Beer Title
The Kumquat Kid vs. Brandon Nova
Eric
Emerson: The following match is to a single pinfall or submission.
Introducing first...
Sound of a rushing waterfalls and birds singing fill the arena, along with the
opening movements to classical music. The crowd is silent for a moment, before
the record scratches and everything stops. It is then replaced by the sounds of
"Instant Karma" by John Lennon. Brandon Nova walks out into the arena,
smiling around and making his way to the ring.
Eric Emerson:
Coming down the aisle...from
Eric Emerson:
And now his opponent... hailing from
On the video screen, a floating kumquat is seen on a lime green backdrop.
Suddenly the eyes and the mouth of one Ryan Lewis emerges as he yells in a
shrill voice, mouth wide open.
"HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
Orange pyros explode as "Look At Me, I'm A Winner" by The Aquabats
blares, Ryan emerging from the back, looking side to side with wide eyes and a
cheesy smile. Dunk is behind him and as Ryan slaps hands with fans, he tosses
kumquats into the crowd. Ryan leaps over the ropes into the ring and scales a
turnbuckle, yelling "VIVA LA KUMQUAT" before doing a moonsault and
landing on his feet, ripping off his green windpants, revealing his shimmering
lime green trunks. He bounces in his corner as his music dies down.
Rentfro:
Nova debuts here tonight after his recent attack upon Lewis.
McDaniel:
And spiking KK's kumquat juice
before that match as well.
Referee Cole Tate calls for the bell to begin the match, and the two men lock up
in the center of the ring. Brandon Nova whips KK towards the ropes and Ryan
leaps onto the top rope, springboarding off with a hurricarana onto his
opponent. Nova counters with a sit-down powerbomb. The Kumquat Kid rolls back to
his feet and fires a dropkick straight into his foe's mouth, sending him
tumbling across the mat. Ryan Lewis kips up and dashes in for a spinning heel
kick to his adversary.
Rentfro:
Nova really has that move locked in tight.
McDaniel:
It's a smart move. Ryan Lewis prides himself on his fast-paced aerial arsenal.
Taking out his legs will eliminate most of his moves.
The Kumquat Kid pushes himself up onto his hands and manages to roll through to
grab the ropes. Referee Tate forces Brandon Nova to release the hold. Nova backs
away, measuring his opponent. As Ryan Lewis gets to his feet Nova whips his foe
across the ring, only to reverse the whip into a Nova Slicer!
One...
Kickout!
The two men get to their feet, trading open-hand chops. Ryan leaps up with an
enzuigiri, connecting with the back of his foe's head. Brandon Nova stumbles,
then is taken down with a flying headscissors by the Kumquat Kid. Ryan Lewis
runs into the ropes and runs back with a reverse elbow towards the rising Nova.
Rentfro:
Damn, Lewis is going to be lucky to not have a broken jaw after that shot!
McDaniel:
Nova is calling for the Karma Shift as he pulls the Kumquat Kid back to his
feet....
Before
Kumquat Kid: VIVA LA KUMQUAT!!!
Ryan charges forward to connect with a dropkick to his foe's crotch. Nova drops
out of the corner, doubled over in pain. KK quickly climbs the turnbuckles and
launches himself through space to crash down onto his opponent with the Five
Alive Frogsplash. Lewis covers for the pin while Referee Cole Tate counts.
One...
Two...
Three...
DING DING
Eric Emerson:
The winner of this match... THE KUMQUAT KID!!!
McDaniel:
Ryan Lewis getting a measure of revenge for Nova's shenanigans.
Rentfro:
...shenanigans? ...anyway, I doubt the Kumquat Kid has heard the last from
Brandon Nova.
The cameras cut backstage, where Mark McNasty is warming up doing a few Hindu squats. He stops, stretching out his back, and then bends back down to continue. A pair of black wrestling boots with silver shinpads come into frame, and McNasty looks up at them. A shit-eating grin creeps across his face, and he slowly rises up straight, the camera following him. As Mark stands up straight, the man who walked up to him is revealed to be the PWA World champion Corey Lazarus. The fans cheer as Corey, already decked out in his ring attire save for a sleeveless white shirt over his torso, pushes his silver-rimmed Ray Ban's up over his head. Lazarus glances at the World title over his shoulder, and then looks back to McNasty, his trademark devilish grin suddenly appearing.
Lazarus: Warming up, eh?
McNasty: Yeah. What's it to you?
Lazarus: Oh, nothing. I'm actually on my way to have a quick spar with Hiro back in my locker room.
McNasty: Oh?
McNasty tilts his head to the side, finding his verbal target.
McNasty: Doing a quick release before the match? Get the baby-batter out of your head?
Corey laughs a little bit, appreciative laughter, and then looks straight into Mark's eyes, his face within inches of the challenger's.
Lazarus: You keep your little mouth moving, Mark. I want you to keep making horrible jokes and talk about how you plan on walking in, hitting me with the Sault Slam or the Lights Out, and then walking out with MY...
Corey pats the World title over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving McNasty's.
Lazarus: ...World title. You have your fans, I have mine, and they're all waiting to see the rematch from Genesis tonight, where the stakes are so much higher than they were three months ago. But if you really think for just a moment that I'm not going to fight you with everything I have to keep the World title in my possession...then you're just a complete fucking idiot. Rock n' roll, man. Rock n' roll.
Lazarus walks off towards his dressing room, lowering his Ray Ban's back over his eyes. McNasty follows him with his gaze, and then, in a mocking tone...
McNasty: "Rock n' roll, man. Rock n' roll."
Mark shrugs Corey off, and goes back to stretching out.
Grizzly Beer Title Match
Riona Langly (C) vs. Scar
Eric
Emerson: The following match is for the Grizzly Beer Championship and
will be contested under No Surrender Rules!
McDaniel:
Which means submissions will not win you the match, fans.
Rentfro:
So Scar will have to pin Riona if he hopes to win the title.
McDaniel:
Easier said than done, Brian.
Rentfro:
Pfft she loves getting pinned every night. Just ask Robinson or McNasty.
McDaniel:
I just have one thing to say about that. If Riona supposedly will sleep with
anyone, what does it say that she refuses to sleep with those two?
Rentfro:
That they're cheapskates.
McDaniel:
That explains why you're still a virgin then. Now let Eric finish introducing
the match.
Eric Emerson:
Introducing first...
Gonna pulp you to a mess of bruises
'Cos that's what you're looking for
There's a hole where your nose used to be
Gonna kick you out of my door
The lights go out. All we can see are flashes of light coming from cameras.
Gotta get into a fight
Can't get out of it
Gotta get into a fight
A picture of a man flashes on the screen falling down through three scaffolds.
Gonna blow you to a million pieces
Blow you sky high, I don't care
Splatter matter on the bloody ceiling
Blow the building right into the air
More pictures of this man wrestling in matches.
Gotta get into a fight
Can't get out of it
Gotta get into a fight
Gonna put the boot right in
Gotta get into a fight
Yeah watch me now
Eric Emerson:
Coming to the ring, weighing in at 175 pounds...
What I want is power, more power
What I need is an innocent life
Wanna do it in the broad daylight
I'm the truck, I'm the suicide
Eric Emerson:
He reigns from the city that never sleeps!!
Gotta get into a fight
Can't get out of it
Wanna get into a fight
Gonna get away with it
Gotta get into a fight
Watch me, watch me now
Eric Emerson:
He is the one known as Scar!!!!
Yeah gotta get into a fight
Wanna caught the bullet
Wanna get into a fight
Gonna get away with it
A spotlight hits the entrance as a man with dark shoulder length hair, a black
tank top, black shorts and shoes comes walking out of the entrance. He pauses at
the top of the ramp.
It's all for the greater glory
It's all for a Saturday night
There's a hole where your face used to be
I got you in my telescope sight
He looks at the crowd and takes in his surroundings then proceeds down to the
ring.
Gotta get into a fight
Gonna shoot the bullet
Can't get out of it
Wanna get into a fight
Gonna get away with it
He climbs in the ring and as he does the lights come back on.
Rentfro:
Good God, I'm going to go to sleep from these damn long entrances.
McDaniel:
Hush, Brian!
A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights
flicker 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 doesn't really know what to think 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 red pyro goes off
on both sides of the entrance ramp as the the guitars kick in most mightily, 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, bangs at the front hiding
her face as she silohettes herself on the light.
Eric Emerson:
Introducing his opponent, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this
morning at 142 pounds...
### 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.
### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###
Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally
preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a
little bounce.
Eric Emerson:
She comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennslyvania and is your PWA Grizzly Beer
Champion, the Celestial Trigger...
### My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###
Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway 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 as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a
loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.
Eric Emerson:
RIOOOONA... LANGLLLYYYY!!
### 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.
Referee Cole Tate signals for the bell to ring, and the match begins. The two
wrestlers step out of their corners and circle one another in the center of the
ring. Scar lands a knife-edge chop across the chest of the Celestial Trigger,
causing Riona Langly to smirk before firing one of her own across Scar's
sternum. Riona shoots several more into her opponent before Scar sends her
tumbling with a standing missile dropkick. As Langly rolls back to her feet,
Scar sends a roundhouse kick towards the side of her head. The Champion ducks
under the kick, causing Scar to overshoot and spin around away from his
adversary. Riona Langly instantly surges forward with a knee clip to the back of
Scar's supporting leg, taking him down to the canvas.
Riona kips up to her feet and charges Scar, driving a knee into his temple as he
tries to get to his feet. She doesn't stop there, however, as she punts his head
like a soccer ball, sending him rolling out of the ring. The Celestial Trigger
watches her foe closely as Referee Tate begins the ten count. Scar pushes
himself back to his feet, and Langly performs a springboard senton splash off
the top rope to the outside. Riona manages to take her opponent down but hits
her head on the ring barricade as she does. Scar executes a release German
suplex, sending Riona Langly crashing down onto the entrance ramp. Scar hops
onto the ring apron, runs along its length, then dives off with an elbow into
the fallen champion. Scar then tosses his adversary back into the ring, sliding
in after her.
McDaniel:
Definitely some good offense in this match, with Scar currently controlling the
match.
Rentfro:
A slight miscalculation in trajactory for Riona's high-risk dive led to that, as
she was firmly in control of the match up until that point.
McDaniel:
The match is still young, however. Anything could happen at this point.
Scar applies a figure-four to the Celestial Trigger, wrenching it in tight to
increase the punishment done to Riona's legs. The champion shouts in pain and
reaches for the ropes. The ropes, as they so often are, are just outside reach,
however. Langly sits up and cracks a knife-edge chop into Scar's face, but that
just causes him to lay back out of reach while maintaining the hold. Riona
Langly tries to push herself over to reverse the hold, but Scar adjusts and
rolls them back over. The Champion grits her teeth and tries for the reversal a
second time as beads of sweat stand out on her forehead. The submission is
reversed, and Scar releases the hold, satisfied with the damage done.
Rentfro:
Too bad he couldn't have made her submit. Scar could be our new champion now.
McDaniel:
True, but submissions don't apply in this match. The damage inflicted could
impact the rest of this match, though.
Scar kips up to his feet, sweeping Langly's legs out from under her as she pulls
herself up by use of the ropes. Scar grabs Riona's leg and drives her knee into
the mat while stomping down across the back of her knee. Referee Cole Tate
forces Scar away while Riona is in the ropes. Scar complies, then, once his foe
is back to her feet, whips her across the ring into the ropes. Scar charges
after her with a huge spear, but the champion's leg gives out on her, sending
her to the mat. Scar dives through the ropes, crashing into the guard rail.
The Celestial Trigger steps out onto the ring apron, measures her opponent, and
delivers a spinning leg drop. Riona Langly pulls Scar up to his feet, only to
drop him with a back-to-back neckbreaker. Langly then rolls her foe back inside
the ring, following close behind. Both wrestlers get to their feet and begin
eschanging knife-edge chops. Langly fires a low kick to Scar's leg that causes
him to stumble. She follows up with a stiff European uppercut, sending her
adversary into the corner. Langly drives several wicked knees into Scar's
mid-section before lifting him up into a vertical suplex position. The champion
holds the challenger up into the air for several seconds before dropping him
with a brainbuster... down onto the top turnbuckle!
Rentfro:
Brainbustaaaaahhhhh!!! What a brutal move! And there's the referee with the
count!
One...
Two...
Thr-NO!
McDaniel:
Scar JUST managed to get his foot into the ropes for the break!
Riona Langly glares daggers at Referee Cole Tate then shifts her attention back
to the challenger. The Celestial Trigger runs into the ropes then dashes at the
rising Scar, going for an enzuigiri. Scar dives to the mat to avoid the kick,
and Riona drops to the canvas. Scar pops to his feet and attempts a scissor kick
to the champion as she rises. Before he can deliver, however, she executes a
single-leg takedown. The two hop to their feet and fire simultaneous superkicks,
taking each other off their feet. Referee Tate assesses the situation then
begins the count.
One...
Two...
Riona stirs and sits up.
Three...
Scar follows suit.
Four...
The two wrestlers stand and look across the ring at one another. There is a look
of mutual respect... then they lock up. Riona whips her opponent towards the
ropes, but Scar reverses into a spinning back elbow to the Celestial Trigger's
jaw. Langly staggers backwards, momentarily dazed. Scar seizes the opening to
connect with an atomic drop, causing his foe to stumble in pain. Scar runs into
the ropes and flies off with a whisper in the wind that sends the champion
crashing to the mat. He covers for the pin.
One...
Two...
Rentfro:
Riona Langly pops her shoulder off the mat with authority!
McDaniel:
It's going to take more than that to put away that warrior woman.
Scar stradles his foe and begins raining fists down into her face. Riona rears
back then drives a nasty headbutt into her opponent's face, forcing him off her.
Langly applies a grounded clinch to the challenger and starts driving knees into
his head. Scar pushes to his feet and bullrushes his foe into the corner,
driving the champion's spine into the turnbuckles. Scar drives repeated
shoulders into Riona Langly's abdomen then steps onto the second rope, dropping
fists into her face once more. The Celestial Trigger hoists up Scar, steps
forward, then drops backwards onto the mat to send her adversary crashing
face-first into the top turnbuckle. Riona applies a reverse facelock to her
groggy opponent then executes a backbreaker before adjusting for a reverse DDT.
Langly goes for the pin.
One...
Two...
Kickout!
Riona Langly gives the referee the evil eye. Riona quickly turns back to her
adversary, rushing in with a shining wizard to Scar as he begins pushing himself
back to his feet. The Celestial Trigger signals for the Whiplash and hits the
mark! The Champion climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Rentfro:
I think we're about to see the Angelic Euphoria... and Riona flies into space!
McDaniel:
Only to crash and burn on the mat! Scar had her scouted out and knew to get the
Hell out of there!
Scar walks over to pull his opponent to her feet, applying a standing
headscissors to the champion before planting her with a spinning pedigree. Scar
then takes his turn on the top rope, leaping off with a stardust press. He
connects and covers for the pin.
One...
Two...
Referee Tate breaks the pin attempt as Riona gets her foot onto the bottom rope.
Scar yanks Langly to her feet and goes for a short-arm clothesline. The champion
ducks and slides behind the challenger to apply a cross-face chickenwing. The
Celestial Trigger hops up to lock on a bodyscissors as well. Scar falls
backwards onto the mat, frantically reaching for the rope with his free arm.
Riona Langly rolls him away, however, just as his fingers touch the bottom rope
but before he can grab hold. Scar desperately tries to fight against the pain,
but it is too much. Scar tries to tap out, but it is to no avail, for this is a
no surrender match. Scar's tapping slows as his arm hangs limp, his eyes
closing. Referee Cole Tate reminds the champion that she can only win through a
pinfall, and Riona Langly releases the hold.
Rentfro:
Looks like this match is over, Jon. It's all academic at this point.
McDaniel:
You might be right, Brian. Riona's setting up Scar for the Detonator... and
delivers!
One...
Two...
Three...
DING DING
Eric Emerson:
The winner of this match... and STILL PWA Grizzly Beer Champion... RIONA
LANGLY!!!
Rentfro:
A hell of a match here tonight. Scar really put up a fight for being so new to
the PWA, but Riona was the one to pull out the victory at the end.
McDaniel:
I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of Scar in the future, but right now you
just have to wonder who, if anyone, can halt the title reign of Riona Langly.
The cameras cut backstage to a private
locker room. The room is a disaster area, hinting at a huge fight having gone
down recently. Out of a side room steps a tall, powerful man in a black suit and
a black mask. It is Orochi, one of the Masters of Armageddon.
Orochi: "There has been much discussion over the past few months about who
is or isn't the 'heir to the future', what the members of this incarnation of
the Masters has or has not done, and whether we are the elite or mere thugs and
posers."
"You can all continue to argue these points back and forth all you want. As
for me I no longer care. I am hereby breaking off any and all affiliations I
have with the Masters and Darren Ridel."
Although his features cannot be discerned for the mask, the cold fury is evident
in his eyes.
Orochi: "Ridel asked me to join him in what seemed to be an honorable
endeavor, to form a group of the very best to dominate this federation and
others."
"However, to say that I am disappointed with the execution of his plans
would be a vast understatement."
"Matthew Engel, you joined us wishing to protect and avenge your family. I
did so. I would have done so permanently if not for
"And now? Now Darren has left control of this erstwhile stable in your
hands, a man far from qualified for the task."
Orochi snarls in disgust.
Orochi: "Since your joining the MoA you have used this group to further
your own personal vendetta against Corey Lazarus rather than proving our
dominance by taking championship gold."
"You have attacked people you never should have, people that Darren
promised me would never be harmed again by the Masters."
"And now? Now you dare to attack the one Master who has proved himself to
be loyal and to truly be elite."
He reaches up and removes the dragon-stylized black mask, revealing.... the PWA
Intercontinental Champion, "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali!
Nightmare: "That's right. I am Orochi. I am the PWA Intercontinental
Champion, Nightmare. I am Jonathon Wehali, and I am the man who will put an end
to these so-called Masters of Armageddon."
A wicked sneer spreads across his face.
Orochi: "You dare attack Riona Langly after all she has suffered at the
hands of the Masters? You dare turn your back on a woman who was your friend and
is like a sister to me?"
"You dare threaten my family? You dare try to take MY championship? The
title of the only member of this motley crue to take and retain championship
gold? The man who you could have aided in dominating this federation much?"
"You fool, you poor pathetic fool. All you have done now is seal your own
doom. For now I shall ally myself with your enemy, Corey Lazarus. I will fight
alongside friends who are closer than family can ever be. Together we shall make
you bleed. We will make you suffer. We will break you and destroy you."
He shakes his head disparagingly.
Nightmare: "No, we will not attack your family. That is your way, not ours,
for we are not cowards. We are the TRUE elite of this company and any other in
which we step. We always achieve our goals."
"And now? Eliminating you and your lackies is our goal."
"Just remember one thing when you are laying broken in the gutter where you
belong."
"You brought this all upon yourself."
A vicious smile flashes.
Nightmare: "Sweet dreams, motherfucker. Sweet fucking dreams."
Before the scene returns to the ring, the ADC-tron lights up and a voice echoes; "As the night grows long, tortured souls scream out for vengeance. Some will fall, while others will gain Retribution!"
The graphic then fades as the bell rings to signal the start of the next match!
DING DING DING!
#1 Contendership to the TV Title
Circa vs. Alex Wilkie
Eric
Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall;
and is for the #1 contendership to the Television TITLE!!
"Sleepless" by HellTrain hits and the strobe lights hit in quick
fashion, they spin and twirl in a circle around the ring, before focusing in on
the entrance way. Circa comes out of the entrance way and begins to head bang a
few times to the music before stretching and jumping a bit. She dances to the
ring and high fives fans on either side before jumping on the apron. She steps
through the middle rope and goes to the closest turnbuckle, raising both of her
arms up in the air. She jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the ring for her
opponent.
Eric Emerson:
“And her opponent....”
The crowd goes silent for a moment... around the arena everyone is buzzing...
then over the speakers comes the voice of Zack De La Rocha from Rage against the
Machine (lead singer)...
Zack: Mic check!...1... 1...2...Come wit it now!!!
Bulls on parade explodes onto the speaker, with Tom Morrello wailling on his
guitar!
Zack: COME WIT IT NOW!! Bulls on parade!
The Song jumps to Tom Morrello's Scatch solo where he plays his Guitar like a DJ
Scratch board... for a moment, the song stops... then Zack comes back on!
Zack: COME WIT IT NOW!!
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
The song bursts into full Chorus, Zack laying down some mad anti-political/War
rhymes
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
Then from behind the Curtain comes Alex wilkie, decked out in a red leather
vest. With A+ plus written across the back, he pulls off his Shades and tosses
them out into the crowd as he walks down the ramp. For a moment, he stops in the
middle,
Eric Emerson:
Ladies And gentlemen, hailing from
he turns his back around and lets the vest fall down to the ground, he brings
his Arms up and flexes them, White pyro explodes from the stage, Alex turns back
around, then immediately runs under the bottom rope and begins to beat down on
Circa- his fist clenched- as soon as Circa fell to her knees in attempt to
protect herself Alex boots her twice in the back and the ref pushes him back!!
He then calls for the match to start!
Ding! Ding! Ding!!
Rentfro:
Jesus Alex must either really hate Women, or just Circa!
McDaniel:
Lets not bring god into this, who knows who might get offended.
Circa got up to her feet and rubs the back of her head a bit, but Alex swoops in
quickly and picks her up into a scoop slam! He hooks her leg quickly!
1!
2!
Kick out!
McDaniel:
Alex trying to get the quick pin. But I guess that ain't happening tonight.
Rentfro:
No doubt about it, Circa is a tough chick I tell ya.
Circa rolls out from under Alex and gets up to her feet quickly, before Alex can
react and get up to his feet fully, Circa grabs him into a rough Hurrican-rana!
Before her legs let go of Alex's neck however, she flips slightly and pulls Alex
into a pin! It was almost like a modified cradle.
1!
2!
Alex kicks out!!
Alex rolls out and stretches out his ankel quickly, Circa gets up to his feet
and Alex grins, he moves forward and locks up with her in the middle of the
ring, Alex grabs her into a front face lock, but she tries to reverse it with a
quick back body drop, however Alex is alittle bit heavier, and he moves him self
slight to throw her off balance and right into a DDT!!
McDaniel:
Alex with a rough DDT! Circa should know that lifting a 250 lbs man in that
position is not very smart!
Rentfro:
Spur of the moment? Impulse maybe?
Alex gets up quickly and moves into position for a figure four leg lock, in
admiration of someone great- he WOO's to the crowd then applies the hold!!
Rentfro:
FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR!!
McDaniel:
Circa better get out of that quick! Or she may be out for longer than her
original break!!
Alex pulls on the applied hold and Circa struggles to look for the ring ropes
somewhere! She tries to pull towards the set closest to her right, but Alex
pulls her back! She then pulls to another set, but Alex pulls her away again!
Rentfro:
Alex isn't going to give up this fight!
McDaniel:
Your sure right, but Circa isn't ready to give up either!!
Circa finds there are no ropes in reach so she began to try her luck and turn
Alex over so she could applie the same move on Alex just reversed! She twists
her body a bit but Alex pulls back, again she tries, she almost gets him over
but Alex grabs the ropes to stop her! The ref makes him break the hold however!
Rentfro:
Nice save by Alex, but he also Saved Circa!
McDaniel:
Well, they can't all be winners.
Circa gets up and moves around behind Alex before he get get her, she grabs
Alex's arm and whips him into the turnbuckle! She then runs at him and drives
her knee high into his jaw!! Alex sort of stands there-dazed- Circa grabs him by
his hair then brings him down to his face with a hard bulldog!! she flips him
over on his back she runs for the top rope, then leaps off with a rough
moonsault! She lands perfectly enough to hook Alex's leg for the pin!
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Rentfro:
After all that and Alex still kicks out!!
McDaniel:
Well, he is as tough as Circa is, if not more!
Rentfro:
You're being alittle biased...you know?
Circa rolls off and sort of elbows Alex in the gut in the process. She gets up
and stumbles over to the turnbuckle... she crouches down and stalks Alex for a
moment...
McDaniel:
Looks like she may be setting Alex up for something?
Rentfro:
I've seen this before... but I can't put my finger on it... its not like this is
scripted so I couldn't tell you...
McDaniel:
Riiight...
Alex begins to pick himself up, he looks around and sees only the ref- he slowly
pulls himself to his feet and turns around... Circa charges like a bull out of a
cage, but just as she is about to connect with Alex, he side steps and directs
her right in the direction of the steel ring post! Her shoulder connects instead
with metal and the crowd oooo's loudly she steps back slowly and Alex pulls her
into a swift bell to back suplex!!
Rentfro:
Damn! Circa might have a broken shoulder after that!!
McDaniel:
And it looks like Alex is already capitalizing!!
Alex goes for a pin, he hooks both legs!
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Circa rolls out from under Alex and Alex gets up to his feet, Circa gets up,
Alex goes to lock up with her! But pushes him away and into the ref!! the ref
falls out of the middle rope and into the ground- Alex looks around and sees the
ref down. He turns and his meet with the blunt end of a foot in his groin!
Rentfro:
OOOOH! RIGHT IN THE BABY MAKERS!
McDaniel:
Circa pulls him into a front face lock then drops him wither FLATLINER! (Twist
of Fate!!) she quickly hooks his leg! Just as the ref gets back into the ring to
count the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING DING DING!
Eric Emmerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner...CIIIIRCAAA!!!
Rentfro: Ha! The Vaseline Queen returns to form, and gets a shot for the TV title next week!
McDaniel: I'd wish you stop with those nicknames, but yes, Circa returns and catches Wilkie off guard!
Rentfro: Wilkie seems pissed alright, but he'll get back on the horse soon enough! Next up, it's a first ever match here in the PWA!!! A Stockade match! Let's go to Emerson for the announcements!
Stockade Match
Chamelion vs. The Grim Reaper
Eric Emerson:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a PWA first, it is a Stockade
Match. The rules of the match are as follows, there is no pinfalls, no
submissions, no disqualifications, the only way to win the match is to lock your
opponent into the wooden stockade up on the stage, rendering them
helpless."
Rentfro:
"I got it, lets see some damn action."
The lights dim… and the music of Puff Daddy’s “Come with Me” hits the
ADCTron. Strobe lights begin flickering through out the arena… and from the
backstage
steps Chamelion. He stands in profile to us, head low and his hair covering his
face…. As the music picks up… the lyrics begin…
Hear my cries - Hear my calls
Lend me your ears - See my falls
See my error - Know my faults
Time halts - See my loss
Chamelion turns to face us and walks purposely down the ramp as the song
continues.
Eric Emerson:
He weighs in at 245lbs, and is a former PWA World Champion. He is the
former owner, former boss and former over all controller of the PWA. He
hails from
Vegas
Know I'm lacking - Back tracking
Where I met you - Pistol packing
Itchy finger - Trigger-happy
Try to trap me - Bad rap
He stops at the bottom and looks up into the ring at his brother, Raizzor.
Chamelion turns and walks to the steel steps and climbs them.
Wire tap me - Back stab me
Break the faith - Fall from grace
Tell me lies - Time flies
Close your eyes - Come with me.
He then stands there, outside the ring and raises his fists to the sky. Pyros
explode in the rafters as Chamelion walks the apron to the middle and steps
through the ropes. He heads straight to the other side and climbs the
turnbuckles and again raises his fists and the crowd responds loudly, jeering
and
booing him, which makes him smile.. Jumping down, Chamelion shoots straight
kitty corner and repeats his playing to the crowd. Back on the canvas, Chamelion
turns, faces the entrance ramp and smiles wickedly… his music fading and the
roar of the crowd taking over.
Rentfro:
"Chamelion doesn't look happy with all of the formers in the introduction.
I bet its Raizor's doing, he is really dirty and hateful."
McDaniel:
"You'd better watch it."
Rentfro:
"Don't worry, I'm gonna watch the match."
McDaniel:
"I mean watch what you are saying."
Rentfro:
"Why?"
McDaniel:
"Nevermind."
Deep, booming thunder rumbles through the speakers in the arena, seeming to
vibrate every inch of the building. Fog begins to flow from under the ring,
lightening cracckles flashing through the building. The soft sounds of chanting
are now heard along with the rumbling thunder and occasional flashes of
lightning. Each ring post holds an ancient lit torch, the flames doing little to
disperse the thickening fog.the fog rolls off into the arena, enveloping the
crowd. The dense fog lightens slowly to reveal the silhouette of a man standing
in the middle of the ring. The thunder still rumbles and lightning occasionally
flashes, suddenly a streak of lightning races down to the ring, barely missing
the standing figure. The fog is dispersed and Grim Reaper is standing in the
middle of the ring wearing his hooded black robe and carrying his signature
sickle.
Eric Emerson:
"From the Depths of Hell, standing at 6 feet 5 inches, weighing in at 245
pounds... Grim Reaper."
Grim Reaper removes his robe and places his sickle in the hands of a ringside
technician, the fog has nearly lifted completely.
McDaniel:
"Look at Reaper, he seems to be extremely focused in this match."
Rentfro:
"Who can see with all this damn fog smoke shit floating around."
McDaniel:
"Grim Reaper had better hope for a quick match here, he is booked in a 6
man tag later tonight."
ding ding ding
Chamelion and GR lock up in the middle of the ring and Chamelion quickly goes
down under the force of Reaper. Chamelion is looking shocked at the force at
which he was thrown down and scrambles to get away from Reaper, who stalks his
opponent slowly. Chamelion has backed himself into a corner and shaking his
head, asking for another chance, Reaper does not oblige. Reaper walks into the
corner, but is quickly kicked in the knee, Reaper buckles but does not fall.
Chamelion is up as quick as a cat and attacking the leg of Reaper.
Rentfro:
"Cham trying to take away Reaper's vertical attack here."
McDaniel:
"Smart move by Chamelion here."
Chamelionshoulder blocks the knee of Reaper, who goes down. Reaper grabs his
knee in pain and Chamelion goes for the Final Touch. He bounces off the ropes
and springboards with a lionsault, but misses Reaper. Reaper is using the ropes
to pull himself back to his feet, but Chamelion is there quickly to stop his
progress. He begins to stomp away at the injured leg of Reaper, who grabs him by
the head and pushes him away. Chamelion smelling weakness, goes back in for the
attack, again Reaper stops the advancing Chamelion by throwing Chamelion back.
Reaper is now back to his feet, stumbling for Chamelion. Chamelion sensing his
time for offense now over, slides out of the ring.
Rentfro:
"Outside the ring, Chamelion can brawl with anybody."
McDaniel:
"Anything is legal as long as the match ends with one wrestler locked in
the stockade up there."
Reaper, having been in more than one match against Chamelion, does not take the
bait and forces Chamelion back in the ring. He slides back in the ring and
Reaper is on the attack stomping away at the lower portion of Chamelion's back.
Chamelion places his hand back there, but it gets stomped by Reaper's big boot.
Reaper backs into the ropes and falls on them using the momentum to drive a knee
into the lower back. Chamelion slides backwards out of the ring to gain his
breath.
Rentfro:
"Smart move by Chamelionthere to take a break and regroup."
McDaniel:
"He had to do something or else it was going to be over early."
Chamelion has his back turned to Reaper, who has climbed to the top rope and as
he dives from his perch Chamelion turns and is caught with a flying clothesline.
Both wrestlers go down on the outside mat hard, Reaper rolls off Chamelion and
tries to get back to his feet.
McDaniel:
"I think Reaper hit his knee when he dove."
Rentfro:
"Serves him right, attacking a man from behind like that."
Chamelion gets to his feet while Reaper is holding his leg in pain, he smiles
evily. Reaper gets to his feet and Chamelion grabs him hitting the Rupture on
the outside mat. Chamelion backs to the ring apron, runs and springboards off
the guardrail, connectiong with a lionsault. Chamelion grabs the right foot of
Reaper and begins the long drag up the ramp to the stockade.
McDaniel:
"Chamelion attempting to end this one early here."
Rentfro:
"He could win at any time, he is the man."
Upon reaching the top of the ramp, Chamelion drags Reaper over to the stockade
and orders the ref to unlock the device. The ref does as Chamelion orders, he
picks up Reaper, placing his head in the device, he is elbowed in the throat by
Reaper, who begins to fight out of the device. Chamelion grabs at his own
throat, trying desperately to breathe. Reaper puts a boot to Chamelion's gut and
plants him with an impaler DDt. Both men lay there on the stage, winded, after a
few seconds, they begin stirring slightly. The fans are cheering.
McDaniel:
"Both superstars are near that stockade, could be over at anytime
now."
Rentfro:
"Yeah, Chamelion will be victorious any minute now."
Reaper reaches his feet seconds before Chamelion does and he begins throwing
right hands into the
McDaniel:
"Soul Squeezer!"
Rentfro:
"Damn, Cham's in trouble now."
Reaper begins dragging Chamelion back towards the stockade. The referee has left
the device unlocked and all Reaper has to do is place Chamelion in the device
and lock it. Reaper picks Chamelion up, placing his head on the edge of the
device. Reaper backs up, runs, jumps in the air and catches the top of the
stockade bringing it down on Chamelion's head; the blood flies from the blow.
Chamelion falls out of the device to the stage, Reaper picks him up and has his
left arm planted in the device and head in there as well when he is kicked in
his injured knee by Chamelion. Reaper goes down in a heap quickly, reaching for
his knee. Chamelion takes his time and is trying to catch his breath fast, the
wheezing is loud and breathing is obviously painful for him. He sees the chair
that the ref was sitting on and using it to climb on top of the stockade, he
dives with a elbow to Reaper's chest. The whoosh of air comes out of Reaper in a
flood, now both men are gasping for air. Chamelion gets to his feet quickly,
dragging Reaper to his feet and dragging him towards the stockade. Chamelion
begins slamming Reaper's head and face into the device over and over again, each
time he looks at the face to check on something. He doesn't stop until blood
spurts from Reaper's forehead.
Rentfro:
"Blood for blood."
McDaniel:
"Neither man has had an advantage for long here, surprisingly, neither has
used a weapon other than the stockade."
Rentfro:
"Chamelion doesn't need weapons to win a match."
As Rentfro says this, he picks up the chair and upon folding it drives it into
the injured leg of Reaper, making the man hit his knees in pain. The face of
Reaper is drenched in blood and sweat, but one can see the pain his leg is
causing him. Chamelion grabs the leg of Reaper and rolls him over applying
extreme torque on the leg, Chamelion is leaning so far back his head is touching
the shoulder blades of Reaper.
Rentfro:
"Go ahead and tap Reaper."
McDaniel:
"You can't win by submission, only by locking your opponent in that
stockade. Chamelion is just looking to injure Reaper and maybe put him on the
shelf for a little while."
Rentfro:
"Go ahead Chamelion, break his leg."
Reaper takes hisleft arm and bends it back towards Chamelion's head, he pokes
the eyes of Chamelion, causing him to let the hold go immediately. Chamelion
grabs his eyes and water is pouring out of them in rivers.
Rentfro:
"Damn Cheating Reaper!"
McDaniel:
"There is no way to cheat in this match."
Reaper makes it back to his knees as Chamelion is wiping his eyes. Reaper tries
to stand on his injured leg, just to fall again. Chamelion is still wiping his
eyes as Reaper valiantly struggles to his feet, using the stockade for support.
Chamelion shoulder blocks the leg again and Reaper goes down striking his head
on the stage. Chamelion begins stomping on the knee time and time again. Opening
the chair, he places Reaper's leg through it and climbs on top of the stockade
for extra force. He dives but is caught by a steel plated boot to the mouth,
Chamelion crumples to the stage.
McDaniel:
"Both competitors are bloody and Reaper still has a match tonight."
Rentfro:
"If Chamelion leaves enough for there to wrestle."
Reaper is back to his feet and is standing over Chamelion he bends down,
grimacing from the pain in his knee, but has Chamelion back to a vertical base
as well. The two begin trading blows back down the ramp and back into the ring.
Once in the ring, Chamelion takes advantage when Reaper rolls him in the ring
first. Chamelion hits the ropes and connects with a baseball slide to Reaper's
face, knocking the man back and on his ass. Chamelion grabs a steel chair from
under the ring, placing the weapon on Reaper's face. Chamelion climbs to the top
turnbuckle and dives, driving a double foot stomp into the face of Reaper, who's
body jerks with the impact of the blow.
Rentfro:
"That had to break something there."
McDaniel:
"I think it did."
Chamelion rolls Reaper into the ring, leaving just his injured right leg exposed
over the ring apron. With a saddistic grin on his face, Chamelion goes over to
the ring post and with a running start leaps up high into the air and comes down
on the exposed knee of Reaper. In the ring Reaper sits up with a look of rage
and pain on his face, he reaches for Chamelion, who doesn't see the man sit up.
Reaper grabs the shirt of Chamelion and drags him into the ring. Chamelion's
face has terror and surprise written all over it as he is dragged into the ring,
she struggles to free himself, but is unsuccessful in his attempts. Reaper picks
him up over the top rope and begins punching away at the throat of Chamelion. He
backs Chamelion into the corner and alternates punches with chops to his throat.
Chamelion is getting red from the blows, and begins to struggle to breathe
again. Reaper grabs the man by the throat and squeezes until Chamelion's eyes
begin to bulge out. As he releases the hold, Chamelion falls to the mat gasping
for breath and spitting up blood.
Rentfro:
"That is uncalled for, no need for that."
McDaniel:
"Anything is legal here."
Reaper attempts to get Chamelion up for a chokeslam, but his right leg buckles
under him and he is unable to complete the move. They both lay on the mat
winded, bloody, and utterly exhausted from the match.
McDaniel:
"These two are bloody, sweaty, and just damn tired."
Rentfro:
"Chamelion is beating the hell out of Reaper, who still has another match
tonight."
McDaniel:
"Both men are giving the fans here a damn good match, not to mention those
fans who couldn't join us live."
Rentfro:
"Cause they're cheap skates and wouldn't come down here, cheap
skates."
Chamelion and Reaper roll out of the ring and stand to face each other, almost
immediately they begin to throw punches, once again heading up the ramp towards
the stockade and the awaiting referee.
As the two are throwing punches, Chamelion sneaks in a kick to the injured right
leg of Reaper, effectively droping him to the steel rampway. He stomps away on
the injured body part, repeatedly. He takes the foot in his hands and yanks
every which way with the knee wrenching it right then left, forward and back. He
twists the knee applying even more pressure when he takes his own knee and
drives it into the side of Reaper's knee.
Rentfro:
"Chamelion smells bloosd."
McDaniel:
"If Reaper can't stand, he can't lock Chamelion n the stockade."
Rentfro:
"I think that is what he is going for here."
Chamelion finishes the climb up the rampway and stops beside the stockade.
Reaper is pulled to his feet by Chamelion, but falls instantly on his bad leg.
Chamelion pulls up Reaper again and hits him with the Rupture.
Rentfro:
"The Rutpure, its over!"
McDaniel:
"Don't count the Reaper out just yet."
Reaper is pulled to his feet once again, but it is obvious he has no more fight
in his body. He is drug to the stockade. Chamelion easily places his head, right
arm in before a little squirmish from the Reaper, but Chamelion punches him in
the head and places his left arm in the device. He lowers the top of the
stockade and grabbing the lock from the ref, locks the top of the stockade down
in place.
ding ding ding
Eric Emerson:
"Winner of the match... Chamelion!"
Rentfro:
"Told you Chamelion was going to do it."
McDaniel:
"Both men fought hard and valiantly, but yes, Chamelion did gain the upper
hand in the end."
Reaper's blood is dripping from his forehead onto the stage, his body slumps in
the stockade, it being the only thing holding him up. Chamelion pleased with his
work, walks in front of the stockade, delivers a Sweet Sound of Success and
walks to the back.
McDaniel:
"Now, that was uncalled for, totally uncalled for."
Rentfro(with
McDaniel's voice imitation): "But anything is legal in this match."
At this point, Raizzor steps out onto the stage with security, and he orders Reaper to be released. They do so, and take him into the back. Raizzor doesn't address the fans in any way, and just heads to the back.
McDaniel: I wonder why Raizzor did that!?
Rentfro: Maybe to take a way a little of Chamelion's pride, since now no one will get a chance to whip on Reaper for free. But man, quite, this is the part of the night I've been waiting for!!!
Tag Team Title Match
The Deadpool vs. Mystery Team
Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the vacant PWA Tag-Team Championship!!
The crowd jumps up, loudly, as they have been waiting to see who the mystery team may be!!
Eric
Emerson: Introducing team number one, at a total combined weight of
595lbs, Deacon Frost,
The lights go dark in the arena as mist starts to float through the rampway
area. All of a sudden you hear the soft sounds of a piano as the spotlight
focuses on the entrance ramp. As soon as the thunderous guitar riff of Nine Inch
Nails' "Just Like You Imagined" Pyros explodes throughout the arena
and out walks The Deadpool: Deacon Frost & Bronx Williams. Both men pauses
at the top of the entrance ramp, as per Japanese tradition, the steamers come
flying over the two men. The two make their way down to the ring area. Frost
makes his way up the ring steps and steps over the top rope. Frost goes and sits
in the corner.
Eric Emerson: And their opponents….
The crowd dies down, not wanting to miss a beat of any indication of who it may be….silence echoes through out the arena….suddenly….
‘More Human Then Human’ by Rob Zombie explodes over the speakers and the arena roars loudly as Sirus and Randall Moran step onto the stage, doused in flashes from cameras all over the arena.
McDaniel: They’re back!!! The Morans are back!!!
Rentfro: WOW!!!
Eric
Emerson: at a total combined weight of 469lbs, they hail from
Frost and Williams blink in surprise, looking a bit upset with this news. Sirus has ‘Al’ and ‘Alice’ in his arms and he carries them down like a proud father as Randall follows, high fiving the fans! They reach the ring and Sirus sits the bears down gently and then joins Randall in the ring. They waves at the Deadpool, who glare back angrily.
Rentfro: I don’t think Deadpool was expecting this! O’Connors, the returning Razordolls, hell… I’d have picked the Kymson Dragons before thinking the Morans would be back!
McDaniel: Never underestimate what the PWA can do here, Brian!!!
Sirus and Randall speak for a moment, and Randall asks to start. Sirus nods, and goes to his corner and begins a conversation (???) with the teddy bears. The ref calls for the bell to begin the match.
DING DING DING!
Randall and
Rentfro:
I don’t see much ring rust on the Grimms here, it’s like they’ve
been wrestling all the time!
McDaniel:
It’s in their blood, and this is
an amazing opportunity! Raizzor needs to be commended for pulling this match
off!
Randall slams
Fans: 5! 6! 7! 8! 9!
Randall pulls
Fans: 10!
The fans clap as Randall takes a bow.
Rentfro:
Randall did promise violence!
McDaniel:
Deacon: No.
Deacon points to Sirus, and Randall looks at Sirus, then back at Deacon.
Deacon: I want him!
Rentfro: It seems Frost wants to
dominate all the veterans here tonight!!
Randall nods, and then walks calmly over to his corner. Sirus extends his hand,
and Randall slaps it, tagging him in. Sirus hands 'Al' to Randall, who looks at
it. Randall places it on the corner post, and then steps onto the apron. Sirus
and Deacon circle one another, and then tie up. Deacon locks on a standing arm
scissors, and Sirus punches him in the gut. Deacon bends over slightly, and then
stands back up straight. Sirus delivers a knife-edge chop.
Fans: WHOO!!!!
With each chop, the fans yell out "WHOO". Sirus goes for his seventh
chop, but Deacon grabs his arm by the wrist, and then locks on a hammerlock.
Deacon delivers a few Crossface punches with his free arm, the one not holding
Sirus in a hammerlock, and then releases the hammerlock as Sirus stumbles
forward. Deacon kicks Sirus in the small of the back, and Moran bends over
backwards. Deacon locks on a reverse front face lock, and then delivers a diving
reverse DDT.
McDaniel:
Looks like Frost hasn’t been slowed down by his previous bout with Project X!
Rentfro:
I’m surprised as well, considering what he went through, that he’s able to
go toe to toe with Sirus here!
Randall runs into the ring and clotheslines Deacon down. The referee begins
yelling at Randall, but then
Rentfro:
All hell’s broken loose!
McDaniel:
Knew it was going to happen sooner or later!
Back in the ring, Deacon delivers a stiff DDT to Sirus. Deacon gets back up to
his feet, and sees
1
2
Kickout!
Sirus and Deacon get to their feet, and then trade punches back and forth.
Sirus gets the upper hand, and then locks on a side headlock. Deacon whips Sirus
into the ropes, and gets knocked down with a Sirus shoulder block. Sirus looks
at Deacon, smiles, and then bounces off of the ropes again. Sirus jumps up for
an elbow drop, but Deacon rolls out of the way. Sirus lands, and lays down flat.
Deacon goes for a leg drop, but Sirus sits up, narrowly missing the leg drop.
Deacon, thinking quickly, kicks Sirus in the back of the head. Sirus falls
backwards, rolling over onto his stomach, holding the back of his head. Deacon
gets up to his knees, rolls Sirus onto his back, and then covers with a lateral
press.
1
2
kick out!
Rentfro:
Both men with pinfall attempts! They
know what’s at stake here tonight!
Deacon brings Sirus to his feet, and whips him into the Deadpool’s corner.
Deacon follows in with an Avalanche Splash, and then begins leveling Sirus with
punches and elbows. Randall and
Fans:
SIRUS! SIRUS! SIRUS!!
Sirus blocks a punch from Deacon, and delivers a forearm to his jaw. Sirus then
turns and delivers an elbow to
Rentfro:
Good counter by Sirus!
McDaniel:
Frost was sure to have Sirus incapacitated with that move had he hit it!!
Sirus stumbles to his feet, and then stumbles towards his corner. Randall is
practically jumping over the top rope for the tag, but
Rentfro:
Submission move here!
McDaniel:
Imagine how Deadpool would feel if they could win this match by making the
Chosen One tap out!!
Randall gets to his feet, backs up, and then delivers a crescent to the back
of Deacon's head.
McDaniel:
Randall makes the save, and just in time too!
Deacon falls down on his ventral side, backside-up, and knocked out cold by
the looks of it.
Rentfro:
No rest for the weary here!!
Randall taps Sirus on the shoulder, and the two both nod at each other. Randall
lifts
1
2
Sirus makes the save.
Rentfro:
CLOSE!!!
Suddenly, their a disturbance over by the announcers table as a wounded
Project X appears from under the ring! As
Deacon lays against the ropes and the ref is trying to get Sirus into his own
corner, Project X wails a steal chair across Deacon’s for head!
He then pulls Frost out of the ring before sliding back under it to hide.
McDaniel:
Did you see that? Project X just took out Deacon Frost!!!
In the ring,
1
2
3!
DING DING DING!
McDaniel:
They did it!!!
Rentfro:
Sirus and Randall Moran have retaken the PWA Tag Team Titles!!!
Eric
Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners of the match, and NEW PWA
TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD…Randall and Sirus Moran!!!
McDaniel:
Frost’s ego came back and bit him on the ass!
Rentfro:
He should not have pissed of Project X the way he did… no way was the former
world champion going to let his loss earlier go without some sort
of…retribution!!
McDaniel: Heh, nice Brian! As the Morans celebrate in the ring, we need to get ready for our next match!
Television Title Match
Fire (C) vs. Psycho Sandra
As the ring clears and all is
made ready for the next contest, the stadium lights go out for a moment,
allowing the crowd to talk amongst themselves. After a while, a few sparks erupt
near the top of the ramp. The continue to grow in size until it looks like an
accidental electrical fire has gone off, and finally...
BAM!!!
An explosion sounds off throughout the entire stadium! A heavy guitar intro
plays through the speakers, and the televisions begin to display motorcycles,
beer, cigars, and finally...
Eric Emerson:
Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is
for the PWA Television Championship!
The crowd reacts to this with
an outburst of cheers!
Eric Emerson: Introducing first,
the challenger! Hailing from
Buried
deep inside; and fighting to survive!
My own dying breath is anticipating death!!
Sandra runs down the ramp. She's wearing a pair of black leather shorts, a
leather halter top, knee-high boots covered in thick buckles, and fishnet
pantyhose. Her hair is done up into two curly pigtails, and there is a heavy
looking crowbar in her hands.
Decompose!
A corpse; to feed the crows!
Out of sight and mind! They buried me.. they buried me alive!!
Sandra is stopped by the referee, who makes her put the crowbar on the
announcer's table. She finally agrees and runs back into the ring, rotating her
shoulders and neck in between waving to the crowd as her song dies down.
Rentfro (Looking at the crowbar): Anyone tell her this is a
standard match?
McDaniel:
Something tells me, she doesn’t care!
Eric
Emerson: And now, her opponent….
The crowd buzzes, and Sandra stares hungrily up the ramp.
Eric
Emerson: Accompanied to the ring by Chamelion, she hails from
The arena goes black and as red skull and crossbones
appears all over the arena. Then the sound of This Fire by Franz Ferdinand hits
the PA. With Chamelion next to her, Fire comes outwearing a black tank top with
a red skull and cross bones on the middle, tight fitting black spandex pants,
pigtails pulled back with red and black ribbon, and a devilish smile to boot.
Wasting no time with the fans she runs quickly down to the ring, leaving
Chamelion behind, and slides in
under the ropes. Before she can even
get all the way to her feet, Sandra barrels in and delivers a swift kick to
Fire’s kidneys!
DING DING DING!!!
McDaniel:
Damn! Sandra isn’t wasting any time!
Rentfro:
Fire should have known better then to act as if this was just any match!
Fire yelps and rolls away, sliding out of the ring and
backs into Chamelion. Sandra yells
at them, but Chamelion ignores her and turns Fire towards him to ask if she’s
okay. As he checks on Fire, Sandra
runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes and races towards them, sailing up
and over and hitting a suicide plancha on both Fire and Chamelion, and the three
crash to the floor!
Rentfro:
HOLY CRAP!
McDaniel:
Sandra just took a suicide dive, taking all three out right away!!
Sandra pulls Fire up and hits her across the chest. Fire
backs up and Sandra takes a moment to turn and spit on Chamelion, and then
ruffles his hair playfully, as if she can’t decide how to treat him.
She turns and runs at Fire, but Fire sidesteps her and trips Sandra who
just barely misses the steal steps. Grabbing
Sandra, Fire tosses her into the ring, scrambles to the corner and climbs.
As Sandra stands, Fire jumps and hits a missle drop kick on Sandra,
sending her back to the canvas.
McDaniel:
Fire with control early, even after being devastated by Sandra’s nearly
uncontrolled attacks!
Rentfro:
The animosity between these two are so thick you can almost feel it!
Sandra jumps up, spitting on the canvas and roars at Fire
to come on! Fire charges in, but
Sandra steps to the side and throws Fire into the corner.
Fire turns, and Sandra hits a chop across her chest.
Sandra mouths off at Fire and hits another chop to the crowd’s delight!
McDaniel:
Now Sandra has control again! And she means business!
Rentfro:
This isn’t about titles, Jon, it’s about getting retribution for what Fire
did to take Chamelion away from her!
Sandra then kicks Fire before another hard hit, and the ref
orders her to get Fire out of the corner of the ring.
She backs up at the ref’s instructions and then blows him a kiss before
she comes back in, grabs Fire and throws her down to the canvas. Mounting Fire,
Sandra begins delivering some massive punches to the chest and kidneys of the TV
Champion. The ref pulls Sandra off,
ordering her to break it up and Fire scrambles out of the ring, back into
Chamelion’s arms, as he pulls her together, clearing her head.
Rentfro:
And there’s Chamelion, with soothing words for the TV Champion.
McDaniel:
He looks concerned for both women, actually, and is trying to slow down the
match so no one gets hurt!
Sandra growls and jumps out of the ring, and as she stomps
over, Chamelion steps aside and Fire nails a kick to Sandra’s stomach.
Fire then grabs her by the hair and rams Sandra’s face into the
announcers table.
Rentfro:
Look out!
McDaniel:
Sandra’s face just bounced off our announcers table! Fire’s vicious here!
Fire smirks and comes in, but Sandra wraps her hands around
Fire’s waist and pulls her down face first into a steel chair!
Rentfro:
OH NO!!
McDaniel:
Sandra, with a presence of mind, just turned the tables back to her favor!
Sandra turns and grabs her crowbar and raises it up to
strike, but the ref is there and rips it from her hands.
Sandra doesn’t even turn, and instead grabs the steel chair and goes to
slam it into Fire, when Chamelion races over and rips it from her hands.
This time, Sandra does turn, sees what Chamelion did and comes after him.
Chamelion turns tail and runs around the ring…with Sandra in pursuit.
Sliding into the ring, Chamelion runs across and out the other side with
Sandra following. Before she reaches
the other side, however, Fire jumps into the ring and tackles her from the side!
The blow knocks both women nearly cold from the impact.
McDaniel:
Fire just saved Chamelion from a
fate worse then death!
Rentfro:
I don’t know. He also prevented Sandra from being disqualified there!
Had he let her make the hit, then Fire would have remained champion.
Chamelion slams his fist against the apron, trying to rouse
both women from their prone positions. Sandra
gets to her knees, shaking her head and Fire rolls towards a corner… suddenly
there’s a sound of static and fans point to the ADCtron!
McDaniel:
Rentfro, look!
On the screen, a scene takes shape showing Chamelion!
He’s half conceeled by a figure cloaked
in a hood, with it’s back to us, and the image jitters as if being filmed by a
hand held camera. The figure speaks
in a distorted voice.
Figure
Now that you know what I am capable of, you're going to do exactly what I tell
you to do. If not, next time Sandra will get a much stronger dose of this
drug... and instead of just breaking down and being held in a mental ward, it
will drive her insane before she kills herself, do you get my drift?
Chamelion reacts with a step towards the figure, who holds
up a vial before him.
Figure
You really don’t want to tempt fate here, Mark.
Chamelion stops, gritting his teeth.
Chamelion:
WHAT, do you want!?
The figure laughs softly then, knowing he has Chamelion
where he wants him.
Figure
You’re going to do me a bit of a favor, you see.
Since poor little Sandra is locked away, and you already have issues with
her anyway, you’re going to leave her, and take on Fire as your mistress.
Chamelion blinks.
Chamelion:
Why the hell would I do that? And what’s in it for you by making me do this!?
Figure
You’ll do it because I said so. Why
I want this, is MY business. I
won’t ask a second time, Mark. Do
as I demand, or your wife is won’t make it out of that hospital!
Shaking with a pent up rage he has not felt in years,
Chamelion grabs the figure my his front, but the hood remains intact, and no one
can make out the person or voice. The
camera shakes almost as if afraid to be seen and he leans in darkly to the
figure.
Chamelion:
I’ll do it, but only because I’d die before I ever let anything happen to
the woman I love! But so help me,
you touch her ever again, and it’s your life that will be cut short!
The Figure breaks away, humor ever more present in its
mangled voice as it mocks Chamelion.
Figure
You’re in no position to threaten, kiddo. I know Alex Wilkie is petitioning
for Fire to join Grade ‘A’ Nastyness. Get
in there, convince her to come to you, offer her..incentives…whatever it
takes.. MAKE HER YOURS!!!
The figure then laughs as Chamelion stands there breathing
heavy and ready to break down…and the scene cuts off abruptly.
In the ring, Sandra is at the ropes, staring up at the ADCtron with
unblinking eyes. Fire, on the other
side, is shaking her head, unable to accent what she just heard and Chamelion
has a hand on his head, in shock that someone revealed the footage, now deathly
afraid that Sandra’s life could be at stake.
McDaniel:
What……..what did we just witness??
Rentfro:
I think…I think Chamelion was set up….it seems… I’m at a loss here,
Jon… but I think all that has happened is because Chamelion was forced into
it.
Back in the ring, Sandra looks down at Chamelion who has
turned, and is looking back up to Sandra. He
mouths “I’m so sorry!” before Sandra is whipped back away from the ropes
by Fire, who now takes her spot and glares down at Chamelion.
Fire: YOU USED ME, YOU SON OF A BIT…!
Before she can finish, Sandra grabs Fire from behind, and
rolls her into a small package…the ref, though confused by the events, drops
and makes the count.
1
2
3!!
DING DING DING!
Sandra then swiftly rolls from the ring right in front of
Chamelion. They stare at each other,
before Sandra grabs Chamelion by the back of his head and pulls him into a deep
kiss! The crowd erupts, approving of
the action and as they break from the kiss, Chamelion embraces Sandra, looking
as if a great weight had been taken from his shoulders.
They don’t even hear that Eric Emerson has declared Psycho Sandra the
new PWA Television Champion.
Rentfro:
Simply….wow.
McDaniel:
It appears Chamelion and Sandra are back together!!
Wait, in the ring!
Fire, back to her feet, looks like she’s broken and
starts moving towards the couple with a murderous rage.
From the ringside area, Lestat appears, jumping the guard rail and
sliding into the ring. He grabs Fire, who turns with a look of death on her
face, but as she sees Lestat, she breaks down into his arms.
McDaniel:
Brian, I really don’t know what to say about all of this…
Rentfro:
Right there with you. I do know
however, something has happened that has yet to be explained.
Someone blackmailed Chamelion, threatened Sandra and turned Fire’s life
upside down. We see a lot of drama
here in the PWA, but whomever is behind this, is going to have a lot to answer
for.
McDaniel:
Lestat’s pulling Fire out through the fans, consoling her… Chamelion and
Sandra are making their way up the ramp, and I have to say, that’s the sight
we’re supposed to see.
Rentfro:
Perhaps, but Fire’s been hurt bad by this, and while Chamelion may earn
forgiveness from the world for his actions against Sandra, he’s still going to
have a lot to do to make it up to Fire.
McDaniel: This isn’t over yet, but we do have to move on!
The scene cuts to the backstage area, where Sandra and Chamelion have come through the curtain. They're speaking in hushed voices, but they appear to be reconciled. Suddenly from off screen, a foot rushes out and connects with Chamelion's jaw, and he's knocked to the floor out cold. Before Sandra can react, another kick catches her and she's left laying on the cold concrete floor as well. Into the scene comes Alex Wilkie and the arena fills with sharp and coarse boos! Wilkie glares at the two and bends down.
Wilkie: I don't care what forced you to do what you did, Mark. What you did do to Fire is unforgivable! I could deal with the way you kicked me a couple of months ago, but now? Trust me....KIDDO....you may have your precious wife back.... but the celebration won't last for very long. Trust me on that one!
Wilkie then grabs the PWA TV Title and looks at it, with a touch of longing for having failed to earn his shot, but shrugs.. since he now has bigger fish to fry, or in this case... a bigger lizard. He drops the title on the fallen Sandra and gives Chamelion one last glare before walking off.
Rentfro: It seems to me, Jon, that SOME forms of Retribution...are just getting started!!
Intercontinental Title Match
Nightmare (C) vs. Matthew Engel
The
house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway.
Eric
Emerson: Introducing
now... standing at six feet nine inches and weighting in at two hundred and
eighty pounds...
A pulsing beat hits
the air as "The Great American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie begins to play
as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and cropped halter tops
rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the music. The
arena lights begin to strobe in synchronicity to the music as the opening guitar
riff hits its crescendo, the huge monitors flashing in counterpoint.
Eric
Emerson: He hails from Los Angeles,
California...the PWA Intercontinental Champion.. he is Jonathon Wehali... he
is...
Spotlights pan
through the stadium, scanning through the air. Suddenly the entrance explodes
with a spike of red pyros as the monitors begin showing highlights from
Nightmare's previous matches. Icons and champions go down to his kicks and
strikes. Superstars and legends tap out to his submission holds. One after
another faces famous, infamous, and unknown are shown, each being driven into
the canvas headfirst. The footage then burns away to a single word suspended in
darkness: NIGHTMARE. It then shatters, the monitor going black.
Eric
Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!
As a shower of red
pyros rains down upon the stage, Nightmare steps through the entrance. Red war
paint marks his face. His Intercontinental Title draped over his right shoulder.
Nightmare
scans the crowd like a general surveying his troops. His gaze then settles upon
the ring. Making his way forward he slaps hands with the fans. Trailing behind
Nightmare are his manager Akira and his bodyguard Dhamballa.
Arriving
at ringside, Nightmare selects a lovely young woman out of the crowd, placing
his signature Gargoyle sunglasses upon her head then posing with the fans before
turning to once again view the ring.
Once
at ringside Nightmare springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips
over the top.
Nightmare
walks to the center of the ring and pumps his fist into the air. The four corner
posts of the ring erupt into an explosion of red pyros as the song fades out,
the stage once again in darkness as the dancing girls return to the back.
Nightmare
gives his title to the referee and then takes his place in his corner to await
the beginning of the match as Akira and Dhamballa take their stations outside
the ring.
Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda...
A rain of cheers and boos comes down as everyone knows who's about to come out. The lights go out, and dark green pyros shoot off into the air. We can hear over the PA system a different crowd at a different time. There is cheering and chanting, like a cult. Suddenly, a voice comes over.
A light... in the black...
or just a fear... of the dark.
A live version of "Fear of the Dark" by Iron Maiden plays over the PA system as more dark green and now teal pyros shoot off. There is chanting from the real crowd and the crowd playing over the sound system, because despite who comes out, there is a huge fanbase of Iron Maiden in the crowd.
Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even...
I am the man who walks alone
When I'm walking down a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
Matthew "Virus" Engel appears from backstage. Graham Cain and Dead End are behind him, dressed in their usual black tailored suits. They have the matching sunglasses, and the evil intentions to go with. Matthew is dressed in a darker colored tuxedo, however. It's almost black, with a hint of turqoise. It's hard to explain, but you get the picture. They make their way down to the ring.
Eric Emerson: ...and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds...
Have you ever run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Matthew, Cain, and Dead End make it to the ring. Nightmare and Corey are in their respective corners, looking on. Cain and Dead End remain outside the ring as Matthew steps in. He proceeds to take off his jacket and dress shirt.
Eric Emerson: He is the leader of the Masters of Armageddon... he is "THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!
Fear of the dark -- FEAR OF THE DARK!
I have a constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark -- FEAR OF THE DARK!
I have a phobia that someone's always there
A louder pop from the crowd, but mixed with boos and cheers. Matt removes his restricting apparrel and is left with a wife-beater shirt, dress pants, and wrestling boots. It's always been that way, he's just representing a darker color, and a darker side. An unforgivable side. The music dies down and Matthew waits in his corner.
DING DING DING!McDaniel: AND BOTH NIGHTMARE AND MATT ENGEL ARE BACK TO THEIR FEET!!
Rentfro: Amazing endurance by both men on display right here.
Nightmare and Engel stare at each other from across the ring, their heads resting on the top ropes, and then Wehali bares his teeth, his eyes clearing as they focus on Engel.
McDaniel: And Nightmare has had enough!
Nightmare charges into the corner where Engel is resting, unloading an epic assault of roundhouse kicks, short knees, and overhand punches. Virus crumples into a pile, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle, and Nightmare continues wailing away on him. The ref runs over, pulling him away from the challenger, and Virus grabs the middle rope, pulling himself to his feet.
Rentfro: Nightmare shoves the ref away...Virus surprises him with a Superkick!
Nightmare drops to a knee, leaning back from the impact, and Virus hooks in a front facelock, draping his arm over his shoulder. He grabs the waist of his pants, and then lifts him up vertically before dropping straight down, driving Nightmare to the mat on the back of his head.
McDaniel: Snap brainbuster by Virus!
Engel drops down over Nightmare, hooking a leg.
1!
2!!
3...KICKOUT!!!
McDaniel: And it's not over yet!
Rentfro: Engel needs to wear Nightmare down a little bit more if he's really looking for the Intercontinental title.
Engel gets back to his feet and drops a knee into Nightmare's face, hooking his leg again and bridging his back.
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
Rentfro: Nightmare's not going to back down!
Virus gets back up and then cartwheels over Nightmare. He stops, spits on Wehali's downed body, and then hits the ropes perpendicular to Nightmare. He leaps over Nightmare, legs to head, and then rebounds again. Engel leaps up with a somersault, but Nightmare brings his knees up, and Virus comes crashing back-first against them.
McDaniel: And the Intercontinental champion still has the wherewithall to block Blood and Vengeance '77!!
Virus holds his lower back, frantically crawling away, and Nightmare rises to his feet, his eyes fixed entirely on Engel.
Rentfro: And Nightmare looks possessed!!
Virus pulls himself to his feet, and Nightmare points at him from the center of the ring, teeth clenched and the force of his breath blowing the hair out of his face.
McDaniel: And Virus isn't backing down!
Engel rushes out of the corner, throwing rights and lefts, and Nightmare absorbs every blow, staggering back only slightly. Engel hits the ropes, and Nightmare goes for a quick dashing Yakuza Kick. Engel ducks it, sliding underneath Wehali's legs, and then rises up, locking on another rear waistlock. Nightmare breaks it up with a pair of back elbows, turns around, and nails a huge lariat that sends Engel down.
McDaniel: And Nightmare points up top!
Nightmare steps out onto the apron, and then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He pauses for a moment, holding his head, and then gets ready for flight.
Rentfro: ENGEL OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
Virus pops up, rushes over to the corner, and then slaps the top rope, causing Nightmare to lose his balance and fall groin-first across the top turnbuckle.
McDaniel: And Virus crotches the Intercontinental champion!
Engel hits a European uppercut across Nightmare's jaw, and then locks him in a front facelock. He drags him away from the corner so that only his feet are draped across the top ropes, and then drops him down on his forehead with a hanging DDT.
Rentfro: Rope-assisted DDT...and now Virus is going up top!
Engel spins his hands in a circle around one another, and then grabs the top ropes. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle, his back to the ring, and stands up straight.
McDaniel: Virus up top...!!!
Engel says a quick prayer, crossing his chest, and then backflips, twisting his body around and somersaulting forward. He lands with his chest across Nightmare's torso, and the impact pops him back up to his knees.
Rentfro: EUTHANASIA!!! VIRUS NAILED NIGHTMARE WITH EUTHANASIA!!!
Virus drops down across Wehali, hooking both legs and bridging his back.
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING DING DING!!
Virus rolls off of Nightmare, forcing himself to his feet. He looks over at the ref as Emerson hands him the Intercontinental title, and immediately raises his arms up in victory.
Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and NEW...
Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Eric Emerson: ...PWA Intercontinental champion...MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL!!!
Disturbed's "Avarice" cues up, and the ref runs over, handing the IC belt to Engel before raising his arm up.
McDaniel: That was one hell of a match!
The music dies, and the lights in the arena blacken. All eyes go back up to the ADCTron, where Lex Demise appears in front of the production trucks.
Rentfro: Now what's this all about?!
Demise adjusts his Skellington cap, and clears his throat.
Demise: Congratulations, Intercontinental champion. Seeing as how this message was pre-recorded about, oh, four hours ago, I'm not sure if that's Nightmare or Matthew Engel, but either way, I hope you had a good match. But seeing as how this message is for Matt, then I guess Nightmare? Well, you can just leave, win or lose.
The glow from the ADCTron shows Nightmare looking up the ramp. He shrugs as Engel rests against the corner pads, sliding out of the ring and heading back up the ramp.
Demise: Now Matt, not only have I noticed how you've become a little more incensed with certain people, be they named Jonathan Wehali or even Corey Lazarus, but I've also noticed how much more focused you've been on just one goal. But...you lack the knowledge to truly be great. I know you want that knowledge, Matt. Everybody does. And I can give it to you. Not Ridel, not your brother Joe...just me. You have a week to consider my offer, which is as follows: you can join me, learn from the best, under your own free will, or you can be forced into it. One week, Matt. I'll see you next Friday. Or maybe earlier...
The houselights return as we see Cain and Dead End jumping over the railing and sliding into the ring, keeping Matt company. Engel looks on, filled with rage, and begins to exit the ring as the lights flicker for a moment before cutting out.
McDaniel: Oh, not this crap again!
The lights suddenly cut out.
For a moment there's silence - save for the indistinct chattering in the audience as they guess amongst themselves what might be coming.
Strobe lights then illuminate the darkness, and the colors shift between numerous colors - purple, blue, green, red, orange... And then to white...
A pulsating sound keeps the pace with the flashing colors.
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The darkness takes over again. No visual. No sound. Until an image on the monitor fades in and takes shape.
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Pyros explode at the entrance ramp - in unison with the music of A Perfect Circle, as the song "Pet" kicks up over the speakers. Those in the know - including those at ringside - immediately become aware of who is coming. The fans hit their feet and explode themselves as Jamie Flynn appears at the rampway.
Rentfro: No way in hell!
Sporting a new, more eccentric look - wearing beat up jeans and a rocker T. Unshaven for more than week with hair that's been let grown and concealing his eyes behind large, black sunglasses, he takes over the audience with his presence and raising his arm in the air... Commands their reception.
At ringside its nothing short of dropped jaws and disbelief. The attention of everyone - most particularly Matthew Engel - focuses solely on the figure up front.
McDaniel: Speculation ran rampant months ago as the highly-praised up and comer Jamie Flynn was taken out in the MoA's debut. Maybe now we'll finally get some answers!
Rentfro: Answers? All I've got are more questions!
He smiles proudly and finally motions with his hands for the fans to take it down a decibel. They oblige, and as they quiet down and his music fades, he finally raises the mic to his lips.
Grinning widely...
Jamie Flynn: Thank you all for the warm welcome. As you can see - the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Another eruption - There's clamor at ringside.
Jamie Flynn: There's certainly a lot to be said about the manner in which I forced to leave you all. Truth to be told; it may have been a blessing in disguise. I know, I know... The act of brutality left me beaten and helpless. But as I lay there motionless the only thought I could concentrate on was not one of anger or resentment. It was total apathy.
Murmurs of confusion abound, but he continues.
Jamie Flynn: For months I had been touted as the next big name to watch. People expected greatness - but what they got was a lazy fourth-rate title run and general disregard. I came back to this sport without any real rhyme or reason. That seemingly careless trend continued until I was put down by this supposed group of the future. And as I look at them now, I haven't a single word of hatred to direct at them. They woke me up. And to that end I owe them a debt of gratitude.
He pauses...
Jamie Flynn: And since all of them are standing up there in perfect health - I consider that debt paid in full.
The MoA'ers at ring side move closer up the ramp. Clearly they know what's been implied - but Engel motions for them to move no further.
Jamie Flynn: Tonight was a freebie. I had half a mind to emerge from the crowd with a two-by-four in hand and wreak havoc in every direction possible. But I'm no hero. I have no intention of waging a war of attrition against the 'future'. I'm simply here to issue a challenge. Matthew Engel... Been a while hasn't it?
Engel's face stays quite serious. Flynn lowers his sunglasses and their eyes become deadlocked.
Jamie Flynn: Out of everything I could say right now, just know this: I don't blame you. For whatever it's worth, I don't blame you at all.
He closes his eyes and smiles.
Jamie Flynn: And I sincerely hope you remember that when I beat you into the fucking ground.
The crowd erupts. Again the MoA inches closer, and again Engel stays their progress. He just continues his piercing gaze in the direction of Flynn.
Jamie Flynn: I'm sure you've all heard the murmurs. Next month. A Farewell to Arms. Fitting, don't you think? Take a week and decide what you're fighting for - and then get back to me. Don't worry... I'll be around.
"Pet" kicks up one more time as Flynn backs up the ramp to the entrance area. His eyes never leave their deadlock with Engel's. Finally he places his shades back on; and playing to the crowd one last time, turns to make his exit.
Rentfro: I am again, at a loss for words!!
McDaniel: As am I, but I know we're going to hear more about all of this in the coming week.
Rentfro: It should be good. Virus is in the middle of a warzone now. Demise, Flynn, and his still burning hatred for Lazarus... here's a man with a mouthful!!
McDaniel just shrugs and as the lights begin to dim, he clears his throat.
World Title Match
Corey Lazarus (C) vs. Mark McNasty
McDaniel: And fans, as
Eric Emerson makes his way into the ring, we welcome you to our main event.
Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!
The fans pop as the lights in the arena die, replaced by blacklights and blue spotlights circling the entrance stage. Cold's "Whatever You Become" cues up over the PA system, and the fans cheer as a pair of blue pyro streams shoot up from the sides of the stage, mist pouring out from behind the curtain. After a few moments, Mark McNasty walks out from behind the curtain, doing a few seconds of a Frankenstein-esque march, before laughing and stopping at the top of the ramp. He looks out all over the crowd, smiling, and then rubs his chin, cocking an eyebrow.
Rentfro: And here comes the man who, in all likelihood, will be walking out of Seattle with the World title around his waist.
McDaniel: I never knew you were a huge McNasty fan.
Rentfro: I like McNasty, I respect his abilities, but most importantly I hate Corey Lazarus.
Mark begins walking down the ramp, slapping a few high-five's with the crowd in the front rows. He stops halfway down the ramp, pointing with both hands at a fan holding up a poster that reads "BIG F'N NASTY", and then claps, bowing briefly to the fan before sliding into the ring. He quickly runs over to a corner, jumping up onto the middle turnbuckle and pointing out to the crowd, popping the fans.
McDaniel: And it appears that these Seattle fans are diehard in their support of the challenger here tonight.
Mark hops down from the corner and then walks over to the opposite one, doing the same schtick to another loud pop. Mark hops back down and then walks into the center of the ring as the blue spotlights focus on him. He looks to his left, and then to his right, before facing up to the rafters as raising both arms up into the air, letting blue pyro rain down behind him. The houselights return to normal as the raining pyro stops, and McNasty backs up into his corner, sliding off his vest and handing it to a ringside attendant. The referee comes over to pat him down for foreign objects, and before he can finish, the lights die again. The glow of the still-powered ADCTron is all that lights the arena, aside from the corridors nearly hidden by fans, and the acoustic introduction of Metallica's cover of "The Ecstasy Of Gold" filters through the PA system. The melodic electric harmony comes in over it as an old fashioned, black and white film countdown shows up on the ADCTron, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit. The acoustics die down...
McDaniel: And here he is. Our World champion.
Rentfro: Not for long, I hope.
The pace of the song continues as Hetfield's vocals come in, and Corey marches down the ramp, his eyes never leaving the ring. Corey still reaches out to either side of the ramp, slapping high-five's and shaking quick hands, but never takes his eyes off of McNasty, the spotlight focusing on him all the while. Lazarus hops up onto the apron and steps in, raising both fists up into the air as flashbulbs go off all around the arena. The music dies down again as Corey drops to a knee, his fist placed on the mat and his head bowed. The drums come in again at a steadier, faster pace, and the music follows suit, prompting Lazarus to jump to his feet, his arms out to his sides and his hands spread wide, a huge smile on his face as he spins around, facing every nook and cranny of the arena. The houselights return just as the spotlight goes out, and Corey takes a sip from his Aquafina before tossing the open, half-empty bottle behind him into the crowd. Lazarus then slides his Ray Ban's off, handing them to a ringside attendant, and backs into his corner. The referee comes over to pat him down quick, and Corey's eyes never once leave McNasty's.
McDaniel: Look at Corey's eyes, folks. This is the most focused that the Hollywood Kid has ever been in the entire 8 years of him being an in-ring competitor.
Rentfro: And none of that really matters tonight, because McNasty has Corey's number.
Emerson steps back into the middle of the ring, tapping the mic to make sure it still works.
Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit, and is for the Pioneer Wrestling Association WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
The fans applaud, and Corey adjusts the tape on his hands and wrists. McNasty jogs in place a little bit before stretching out with the aid of the top rope.
Eric Emerson: Introducing first, he is the challenger! Weighing in tonight at 255 pounds and standing at 6 feet, 3 inches tall...he hails from Atlanta, Georgia, and is a former PWA Intercontinental champion, a former 2-time BWF World champion, and one half of Grade A Nastyness...he is "Big Nasty"...
Mark steps out from his corner, raising a fist in the air as he smiles, his eyes squinted and aimed directly for Lazarus across from him.
Eric Emerson: ...MARK McNASTY!!!
Fans: MARK IS AWE-SOME!! (clap, clap, clapclapclap) MARK IS AWE-SOME!! (clap, clap, clapclapclap)
McNasty raises his eyebrows, holding his hands up as he smirks, as if to say "see?" regarding the fans cheering for him. Corey laughs, shaking his head a little, and then looks around at some fans in the front row before turning back to his opponent, nodding as he holds up a finger, saying "wait a sec."
Eric Emerson: And introducing next, hailing from Hollywood, California, he weighs in tonight at 230 pounds, and stands at 6-foot-1...he is a former 2-time PWA Grizzly Beer champion, a former 2-time PWA Hardcore champion, a former 2-time HiC Tempest champion, and is the current, reigning, and defending PWA World Heavyweight champion...he is "The Premiere Attraction"...
Corey turns around quick to jump up onto the top rope before backflipping off and corkscrewing, landing in the same crouched position as he was during his entrance, only staring at McNasty the whole time before jumping back to his feet, his arms widespread.
Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!!
Emerson leaves the ring as McNasty and Lazarus meet in the center, the referee separating them.
McDaniel: Our referee tonight explaining to both Lazarus and McNasty that due to the importance of the match he will be a little more lenient on the rules than usual, but that doesn't mean he can be pushed around. Both men agreeing, they touch fists...
Corey ducks the clothesline attempt, locking Mark in a rear waistlock, and then takes him down to the mat, spinning over him and applying a front facelock on the canvas.
McDaniel: And Corey works the leverage with that front facelock...escape by McNasty into a reverse armbar, Corey rolls through and gets him in a headscissors. McNasty leaps out, basement dropkick attempt is swatted away by the World champion, and Lazarus goes back to the front facelock.
Corey wrenches the facelock in, tilting his body back, and Mark squirms, trying to fight out of it. He stops squirming, realizing that trying to fight out of it only makes it worse, and then reaches up to Corey's face and slapping him in the temple. Corey closes his eye and then tweaks McNasty's neck more, but then Mark gets his foot out and onto the bottom rope. The referee catches it, and begins the count.
Ref: Alright, c'mon, break the hold! 1! 2!
Corey releases the front facelock and then gets to his feet, backing away. He never takes his eyes off of McNasty as he adjusts his kneepads, and Mark pulls himself to his feet. The two stare at each other from across the ring, and then circle the ring, their hands up in a ready position. They lock up, and Mark fires off a pair of knees into Corey's midsection before breaking the collar-and-elbow tie-up. He nails a pair of forearms, and then whips Corey into the ropes.
Rentfro: Good for McNasty. Keep bringing the fight to Lazarus. Corey has very rarely faced somebody who just constantly brings the fight to him, so it may throw him off his game.
Corey hits the ropes, and immediately McNasty nails him with a lunging shoulderblock, sending Corey out over the top rope. Lazarus holds on and lands with a knee on the apron, getting up with his eyes locked on Mark. McNasty hits the opposite set of ropes, and Corey springboards himself off the top. Mark rebounds as Corey leaps off with a springboard spinning heel kick, but McNasty dives underneath Corey. Lazarus catches on quick and tumbles to a ready position as McNasty does the same across the ring from him, and the two stare at each other, fists raised. The fans clap, appreciating the solid back-and-forth thus far, and both Corey and McNasty get to their feet. Lazarus shakes out his arms a little as McNasty rubs his wrists, and the two circle one another again.
McDaniel: And these fans cheering on solid wrestling, which is something we have not seen in a World title match in quite some time.
Rentfro: It's a nice change of pace, to be honest. I'm especially glad that it seems Mark McNasty has the foresight to see anything and everything Corey is going to throw at him early on. You can tell that the last week of training on his behalf is paying off.
Corey puts his hands on his hips, nodding his head. He points to McNasty...
Lazarus: Good job, motherfucker.
...who takes a quick bow. Corey then lunges forward and nails him with a downward thrusting elbow, knocking McNasty temporarily senseless. Lazarus locks him in a side headlock, wrenching it in, but Mark whips Corey off and into the corner. Corey leaps directly up top and then backflips over Mark as he charges in, landing in a crouching position. Lazarus jumps up for a high-flipping dropkick right as McNasty turns around to face him, but Mark swats Corey away. Lazarus lands on his side on the mat and McNasty drops an elbow, but Corey rolls out of the way, causing Mark's elbow to nail the mat. McNasty grabs his arm quick as Corey looks to drop a leg across it, and rolls away onto the apron. McNasty and Lazarus get to their feet at the same time, and Corey fires off a pair of forearms, dazing Mark.
McDaniel: Corey looking to suplex McNasty back into the ring, McNasty reverses, rear waistlock and a standing switch by Lazarus.
Corey goes to lift McNasty for a German suplex, but Mark elbows him in the side of the head and breaks free. He nails a right hand, and then whips Corey into the corner, charging in immediately after. Lazarus runs up the turnbuckle pads and backflips over McNasty, landing on his feet. Mark turns around in the corner and goes for a right, but Lazarus blocks it. McNasty goes for a left, but Corey blocks that too. Corey fires off a high roundhouse kick, but Mark ducks it.
McDaniel: Lariat attempt to the back of Corey's head, but Lazarus ducks it. Superkick by Corey, Mark catches the foot...Dragon Screw legwhip!
Lazarus backs away on the mat from Mark, who readies himself, and Corey pushes himself back to his feet. The two lock-up in the center of the ring again, and then jockey for position, shoving each other to and fro.
Rentfro: And McNasty backs Laz into the corner.
The two keep the collar-and-elbow tie up, and the ref comes in to break it.
Ref: C'mon, break it up! 1! 2! 3!
McNasty backs away, arms wide, and Corey looks at him, his face solemn.
Rentfro: And it appears that Corey has vastly underestimated McNasty tonight.
McDaniel: The two men circle the ring once more...
Both men go for a lock-up, but Lazarus ducks under Mark's arms and locks him in a rear waistlock, quickly dragging him down to the mat with a rear slam. Lazarus reaches forward and grabs Mark's jaw, pulling it back with a Camel Clutch. McNasty grunts in pain, gritting his teeth, and Corey grabs a handful of his hair, swinging across with a huge right crossface punch.
McDaniel: And just BRUTAL crossface punches by Corey Lazarus! Right, left, right, left...
Corey stops the assault, hits the ropes, and drops a big Muta elbow across the back McNasty's head. Lazarus pops back up, hits the ropes again, and follows it up with another. He grabs McNasty in a front facelock and drags him up to his feet, draping his arm over his shoulder.
McDaniel: Vertical suplex by Corey...no! McNasty with a rear waistlock!
Mark drops down behind Corey, locking on a rear waistlock, and then whips him back and over, dropping him practically on the top of his head.
Rentfro: BIG release German suplex by Mark McNasty!
Lazarus rolls back and holds onto the back of his head as Mark charges in with a pair of boots to his ribs. Mark hits a short knee to Corey's head, and then brings him up to his feet. He doubles him over with a shot to the gut, and then locks him in a front facelock.
Rentfro: McNasty brings Corey up...
McDaniel: Jackhammer!!
McNasty hooks Corey's leg and drives his forearm into
his face, adding a little bit on insult to it.
1!
Corey gets a shoulder up, and Mark looks around the arena before looking up at
the referee. The ref holds up one finger, and McNasty brushes his hair out of
his face before getting to a knee.
Rentfro: McNasty should have continued trying to pin Corey right there. If he had hooked both of his legs and distributed his weight just a little more onto Corey's shoulders, we'd have a new World champion.
Mark gets to his feet, a hand on the back of Corey's head, and then brings him up too. McNasty drives a pair of forearms in Corey's jaw, and then whips him into the ropes. McNasty leapfrogs over the rebounding Lazarus, and then hits the opposite set of ropes. He dives in with a forearm attempt...
McDaniel: Lights Out...no!
...but Corey ducks under it and stops dead in his tracks. McNasty quickly scrambles back to his feet, but gets caught with a high roundhouse kick to the head that sends him back to the mat.
McDaniel: And don't count Corey out just yet!
McNasty gets back to a knee, only to eat another pair of roundhouse kicks that send him back down. He sits up, eats another roundhouse kick, and then rolls out of the ring. Corey steadies himself as McNasty, holding his jaw, paces around ringside at the bottom of the ramp, trying to catch a breather while the ref begins the count.
Ref: C'mon, Mark, get back in the ring! 1! 2!
McNasty drops to a knee as Corey psyches himself up and then hits the ropes opposite the ramp.
Ref: 3!
McDaniel: Air Hollywood is scheduled for departure...!!
Corey jumps right up onto the top rope, stalling for a second to let McNasty try to evade, and then turn around, confused as to where Lazarus is. Using this moment, Lazarus leaps off with a swan-dive somersault plancha, crashing into McNasty and sending him into the corner of the guardrail.
Rentfro: And McNasty may have a broken back from that one!
McDaniel: And listen to these fans!
Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Lazarus, lying flat on his back, holds his hand up, giving the crowd the thumbs-up, and then kips up to his feet. He holds his arms out to his sides, basking in the adulation of the fans, as the ref jumps out of the ring, checking on McNasty.
Lazarus: YEAH, MOTHERFUCKERS!!
Ref: Are you alright to continue?
McNasty - pained, wincing - nods his head yes, and the referee claps his hands together.
Ref: Alright, let's go! Get back in the ring guys, c'mon!
The ref slides back into the ring, and starts the count again.
Ref: 1! 2!
McDaniel: Corey brings McNasty back to his feet, and he slides him back into the ring.
Corey steps up onto the apron, pointing to a few fans in the front row as they start their own chant.
Fans: L-A-Z! L-A-Z! L-A-Z! L-A-Z!
Rentfro: Oh, somebody shut those idiots up!
Corey turns around just as McNasty rushes back to his feet, and gets nailed with a big right hand that sends him flat out back to the floor. Mark drops back to a knee, holding his lower back, and then stands up. He grabs hold of the top rope as Corey gets back to his feet, rubbing his jaw, and then slingshots himself over.
McDaniel: Slingshot hurricanrana on the floor by Mark McNasty!!
Rentfro: Now THAT I'd like to see a replay of!
McNasty gets to his knees, still holding his lower back, and then forces himself up to his feet, using the apron for leverage. Lazarus crawls over to the ringsteps, forcing himself to a knee, and a box pops up in the bottom-right corner of the screen with the word "REPLAY" in bold white letters across the bottom of it.
Rentfro: Luckily, moreso on the champion.
Ref: 6! 7!
McNasty slides back into the ring as Corey pulls himself onto the apron, shaking his head out to regain focus. Mark gets to his feet and stalks over towards Corey. Lazarus goes for a high roundhouse over the top rope, but McNasty catches his ankle, and wraps an arm around Corey's shin.
Rentfro: McNasty...BIG-TIME elbows to Corey's knee!
The ref gets close to McNasty and Lazarus, yelling at Mark for having Corey on the ropes.
Ref: Get him off the ropes! 1! 2! 3!
McNasty stops elbowing Corey's knee, and then whips him over the top rope into the ring with a high-angle Dragon Screw. Corey rolls on the mat and into the center of the ring, holding his knee. Mark brushes his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ears, and then walks in, stomping away on Corey's knee.
McDaniel: And McNasty has Corey in a position that the World champion does not want to be in.
Rentfro: No shit, Sherlock!
McNasty grabs Corey's ankle, and then spins his body down, twisting Corey's knee and then slamming it into the mat. Corey sits up, clutching at his knee, and then McNasty hits the ropes, dropping down with a basement dropkick to Corey's forehead. Lazarus snaps his head off of the canvas, and McNasty hooks the worked-over leg for the cover.
1!
2!!
McDaniel: And Corey kicks out at 2!
Rentfro: AGAIN with McNasty not placing his weight properly on Corey's shoulders.
McNasty gets up to his feet, and brings Corey up to his. He boots Corey in the midsection, locking him in a front facelock, and then drops down with a stiff DDT. Corey stands up straight from the impact before falling over onto his side, and McNasty grabs Corey by the hair, bringing him back to his feet.
McDaniel: Mark McNasty with a pair of forearms, a whip to the ropes...INCREDIBLE SPINEBUSTER!!!
Rentfro: O!
McDaniel: That shook the ring!
McNasty pops right back up to his feet, and then hits the ropes parallel to the downed Lazarus.
Rentfro: U!
McNasty tumbles forward, and then leaps up into the air, somersaulting forward.
Rentfro: C!
At the last second, Corey gets both of his knees up, driving them into the falling McNasty's lower back. Mark bounces backwards, flipping over entirely, and lands on his chest, holding his lower back as he kicks his feet into the mat.
Rentfro: H?!
McDaniel: OUCH!!! Corey had it scouted, but reversing cost him!
Corey grabs his worked-over knee again as he sits up, holding it tight to his chest. He grits his teeth, eyes clenched shut, and then tries stretching it out and bending it back in. Corey forces himself to his feet, limps a little bit, and then slides his thumb across his throat.
McDaniel: And Corey's looking to finish it right now!!
Rentfro: What a showboat!
Corey leans down and grabs McNasty by the hair, bringing him to his feet. He locks him into a front facelock and cradles his inner leg, lifting him vertically.
McDaniel: Box Office Bomb...!!
Rentfro: McNasty reverses it!
Mark forces himself out of it, twisting his body around behind Corey so that they are back-to-back, and then hits a backslide out of it, leaning forward to hold Corey's shoulders down.
1!
2!!
3...KICKOUT!!
Corey kicks out at the last second, rolling away from McNasty and looking right at him, holding his knee. Mark looks wide-eyed at the referee, amazed, and holds up three fingers.
Rentfro: Slow-count by the referee!!! I'm a witness to it too, Mark! Corey has him on the payroll!!
McDaniel: Oh would you shut UP?!
Corey gets up as McNasty does the same, and the two charge, hitting rights and lefts to each other. McNasty gains the upper-hand with a quick succession of knife-edge chops, leading the fans to predictably chant...
Fans: WHOOO!!!!
...until Corey blocks a chop and nails a short headbutt before locking McNasty in in a head-and-arm hold, sending him over onto his head with a vicious Uranage.
McDaniel: URANAGE SUPLEX BY COREY LAZARUS, AND MARK McNASTY LANDED RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!!!
Lazarus sits up, holding his knee with one hand and propping himself up with the other, as McNasty lies flat on his back, his eyes glazed over. Corey turns around, sees McNasty out, and then crawls over, dropping an arm over his chest.
1!
Corey reaches down, grabbing the kneepad of Mark, and hooks it up loosely.
2!!
Rentfro: AND McNASTY KICKS OUT AT 2!!
Corey, surprised, swallows his saliva, nodding his head. He gets up to his feet, and then brings Mark up to a knee. He nails him with a stiff middle roundhouse kick to the chest, followed by an even stiffer one to his upper back.
McDaniel: Lazarus off the ropes...
Corey kicks off of McNasty's knee, swinging his body around to the back of him and driving his hurt knee into the back of McNasty's skull. Mark drops down on his face, his hands under his body, and Corey grabs at his knee, cursing through clenched teeth.
Lazarus: FFFFFFUCK!!
Lazarus pounds his fist against the mat in frustration as McNasty slowly rolls over onto his side, one eye closed the other practically lifeless.
Rentfro: And now would be the perfect time for Mark to get up and go back after Corey's knee. He's already worked it over a little bit, and it's obviously starting to hurt him more and more, and if you take out the knee, you take out the bulk of his offense.
McDaniel: Lazarus up to his feet now. He picks McNasty up...INSIDE SMALL PACKAGE!!
In practically a replay of a week prior, McNasty hooks Corey's legs inside and brings him down into a small package pin. The ref drops down for the count, but Mark breaks the pinfall immediately, getting to a knee. Corey sits up, his back to Mark, and McNasty then leaps up, hitting the ropes and nailing a diving forearm to the back of Corey's head.
Rentfro: Another Lights Out for Corey! Make the cover, Mark!
Mark drags Corey just far enough away from the ropes, and then covers him, neglecting to hook either leg.
1!
2!!
McDaniel: And Corey kicks out!
McNasty sits up, pulling his hair in frustration, and then gets to his feet. He drops to a knee quick, holding his lower back and head, and then forces himself back up. Lazarus begins getting up to a knee, and McNasty brings him up to his feet, whipping him into the corner chest-first.
McDaniel: A pair of forearm shots to the back of the head by McNasty, and he lifts the champion up onto the top turnbuckle.
Mark pauses for a few moments, getting his wind back. He climbs up behind Corey, and then reaches over his shoulder, looking for an inverted front facelock.
Rentfro: And it looks like McNasty is going for the M&M...
McDaniel: But Corey fights back!
Lazarus fires off back elbow after back elbow, hitting seven of them before McNasty drops back to his feet on the mat, dazed. Corey turns around and slaps McNasty across the face.
McDaniel: Lazarus with the front facelock, Tornado DDT attempt...and he...NO!
Rentfro: McNasty plants him with a Northern Lights Suplex into the corner!
Lazarus lies in the corner on his neck and shoulders, his lower back across the middle turnbuckle and legs up against the top ropes. McNasty gets to his feet using the ropes, and then turns around. He laughs a little bit, nodding, and then points to the crowd.
Fans: MICK-NASS-TEE!! MICK-NASS-TEE!!
Rentfro: And the fans wise up as to who the more worthy champion is!
McDaniel: McNasty pulls Corey out of the corner, and he goes up top!
McNasty turns around, facing the ring now, and then stands up straight. He shrugs his shoulders, smirking, and then flies off, dropping the point of his elbow across Corey's sternum. Lazarus's body shakes from the impact, as does the ring, and McNasty rolls away before getting to his knees and rushing over, hooking a leg.
1!
2!!
3...NO!!!
McDaniel: And Corey gets the shoulder up!
Lazarus rolls over onto his stomach, bringing his knees up so that his forehead is against the mat. McNasty grabs Lazarus by the waist and brings him to his feet in a rear waistlock. Mark hits Corey with a German suplex, bridging his back for the pin.
1!
2!!
Rentfro: No! Corey kicks out again!
McNasty sits up, holding three fingers. The ref shows him two, and McNasty claps his hands three times.
McNasty: One, two, three!! C'mon!
Ref: He kicked out at 2!!
The ref keeps holding up two fingers, and McNasty then just raises one: the middle. Lazarus stirs, crawling over to the corner, and Mark rises to his feet, backing into the opposite corner. Lazarus pulls himself to his feet, using the ropes, and McNasty charges. Mark leaps up with a Corner Avalanche attempt, but Corey drops down to his back, sliding onto the apron. McNasty eats the ringpost, and then bounces back into the ring, holding his face. Blood can be seen trickling down from under his hands as Mark falls to the mat, kicking his feet in pain, and Corey pulls himself to his feet on the apron, climbing up to the top.
McDaniel: McNasty overshot that one just too much, and Lazarus saw it coming.
Rentfro: And now Mark's gushing!
The ref drops down to check on McNasty, who shoves him away, leaving a bloody handprint on the ref's white-and-black striped shirt. The ref looks at it, disgusted, and nearly throws up, getting a few dry heaves. Lazarus steadies himself on the top turnbuckle, holding his knee with one hand and the top rope with the other for balance. Mark gets up to a knee, letting the blood drip off the tip of his nose to the mat, originating from inside his nose itself.
McDaniel: And Mark McNasty could have himself a broken nose! Corey sees it, gets ready...Mark up to his feet...
Lazarus flies off the top with a corkscrew back elbow, connecting right on point with McNasty's nose. Both men collapse to the mat, and Corey rolls to his feet, rubbing his knee to try to get the feeling back into it. Mark lies on his side, a hand on his nose, as the blood begins pooling beneath him.
Rentfro: Somebody should get the EMTs down here.
Corey limps over to McNasty and drops down with a lateral press, hooking the leg.
1!
2!!
Rentfro: And McNasty kicks out at 2!
Corey nods as he rises, understanding that Mark isn't done yet, and then rolls the challenger over onto his stomach. Lazarus places both knees into McNasty's lower back, grabbing his knee with one hand and his chin with the other, and then rolls back, wrenching Mark over his knees.
McDaniel: Bow and Arrow Stretch by Corey Lazarus, and I think that may be the first time he's ever used that one!
Rentfro: McNasty's back is still probably hurting him from the guardrail just a few minutes ago, so I'll give credit where credit's due: Corey knows just how to exploit an injured man's weaknesses.
McDaniel: Back-handed compliments aside, the ref checks on McNasty, and he's refusing to tap!
Rentfro: Hang in there, kid!
Corey continues pulling back on Mark's jaw and knee, stretching him more, but McNasty refuses to tap. Corey falls all the way onto his back, loosening his grip on Mark's jaw, and McNasty pops himself out, falling down across Corey's chest and hooking his outside leg.
1!
2!!
McDaniel: Corey gets a shoulder up...!!
Rentfro: But McNasty rolls through!
Mark gets to his feet, holding Lazarus up for a fallaway slam, and then flips backwards as soon as he gets up, slamming Lazarus down to the mat and then bringing himself down on top of him immediately afterwards.
Rentfro: SAULT SLAM!! SAULT SLAM!! THIS IS IT!!
1!
2!!
3...KICKOUT!!!
Corey gets a shoulder up just in time, and the referee has to slap his own hand away to prevent it from hitting the mat. McNasty pounds his fist against the mat as Corey rolls away, and the ref holds up two fingers.
Rentfro: Another slowcount by the ref!
McDaniel: That was a regulation count, and you damn well know it!
McNasty gets up to his feet, and then stumbles back, shaking his head. The blood has stopped pouring from his broken nose, and the bruising has begun to appear beneath his eyes. He grabs Corey by the head and sits him up.
McDaniel: McNasty off the ropes...
Rentfro: And that coward Corey Lazarus bails out of the ring!
Corey drops to all-four's at ringside, and McNasty halts himself by grabbing hold of the top rope. He looks down at Lazarus, who gets up to a knee, and then hits the ropes again.
McDaniel: McNasty off the ropes again...
Mark dives between the top and middle ropes, nailing a forearm to the back of Corey's head as he rises to his feet. Lazarus flies forward from the impact into the front row, and McNasty jumps back to his feet, falling back against the apron.
Fans: MICK-NASS-TEE!! MICK-NASS-TEE!! MICK-NASS-TEE!! MICK-NASS-TEE!!
Rentfro: And Corey's Light just got put Out!
Ringside security swarms over to the front row, shoving fans aside. McNasty raises a fist up in the air, his eyes clenched shut as he regains his bearings, and the fans react with a huge pop.
McNasty: This entire match has been nothing but tremendous back-and-forth action. It's a wonder either man can still move.
Rentfro: Well, McNasty still can, but I don't know about Laz.
Security helps Corey to his feet, his eyes rolling around in his head. He falls down into a fan's empty chair, taking a quick breather. The ref, waiting to see if either man was able to move, begins the 10-count.
Ref: 1! 2!
McNasty pulls himself up onto the apron by the middle rope, and then rolls under the bottom rope into the ring. He gets to his knees, leaning backwards against the middle rope to keep himself up. Lazarus stumbles up from the chair, and then collapses over the guardrail, lying on his back and staring up at the rafters.
Ref: 3!
4!
5!
Corey sits up, and then forces himself to his feet with the aid of the guardrail. In the ring, McNasty rises up to his feet, leaning against the corner.
Ref: 6!
McDaniel: Well I'll be damned...
Rentfro: I know! I'm amazed that Corey can even still move, too!
McDaniel: Besides that! Look up the ramp!
Matthew Engel, Orochi, and Cain emerge from behind the curtain, standing at the top of the ramp. They peer down to the ring, with Engel looking on the most interested. Corey turns to see the three at the top, and then looks back to the ring.
Ref: 7!
8!
9!
Corey pulls himself under the bottom rope just in time, and the ref shakes his arms, making sure that the timekeeper knows to let the match continue. McNasty looks up at Corey as he rises to his feet, and then pushes himself out of the corner. He rushes over to Laz and nails him with a barrage of rights and lefts before bringing him to his feet and doubling him over with a kick to the gut.
McDaniel: A huge powerbomb by McNasty!
Rentfro: Haha! Corey got folded up like an accordion with that one!
McNasty drops to a knee, holding himself up with a hand on the mat, and Corey stares up at the rafters, breathing heavily.
McDaniel: If Mark McNasty can capitalize on this situation, he may just walk out of Seattle with the PWA World championship.
McNasty reaches over, grabbing Corey's head, and then sits him up, still holding onto Corey's head as McNasty himself gets up. Mark nails Corey in the back of the head with a stiff soccer kick, and then brings him up to his feet. A pair of forearms later, and Lazarus gets whipped into the corner.
Rentfro: McNasty with a running corner clothesline...
Corey starts falling, but McNasty nails a European uppercut, sending him back into the corner. He locks Laz in a front facelock, and then switches positions as he sits on the top rope. McNasty drags Corey up to the middle rope, and then steps up to the top rope himself. He keeps the front facelock on, and then grabs the waist of Corey's tights. McNasty lifts Corey up a little bit and then leaps forward. He falls to a seated position, more leaning back, and drives Lazarus forehead-first into the canvas.
Rentfro: TOTALLY NASTY!!
McDaniel: And these fans are on their feet!!
Literally. Every visible person in the crowd are on their feet, cheering on either McNasty or the match itself. McNasty sits up, drawing another loud pop, and then crawls over to Lazarus, dropping down with an arm across his chest.
1!
2!!
3...
...
...
...KICKOUT!!!!
McDaniel: COREY KICKED OUT!! COREY KICKED OUT!! THE MATCH CONTINUES!!
The fans cheer in awe as McNasty just rolls over, his face visibly stressed. He covers his eyes, his chest rising and falling, and Corey rolls over onto his stomach, a blank expression still on his face. The referee checks on both men quick, and then backs away, beginning the standing 10-count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
McNasty sits up and then rolls to a knee, pushing himself right to his feet. Lazarus remains still, save for reaching for the bottom rope...all the way across the ring.
7!
Corey brings a knee in under his stomach, forcing himself up a little. McNasty holds onto the top rope, regaining his bearings again.
8!
McDaniel: No! It can't end like this!
Rentfro: Oh yes it can! McNasty winning the World title by Knockout!
9!
Corey forces himself to both knees, and just as the referee begins bringing his arms down for 10, he stumbles up to his feet. The ref waves his arms again to signify the match continuing, and McNasty eyes Corey. Lazarus stumbles into the corner, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, and Engel, Orochi, and Cain start making their way down the ramp.
McDaniel: And it's obvious that the MoA do not like what they're seeing!
The MoA make it halfway down, but from behind the curtain charge Nightmare, Akira, Dhamballa, and Hiro Takawa. The four attack the three MoA members from behind, and an all-out brawl occurs on the ramp, with Nightmare wailing away on Engel, who fires back gutshot after gutshot, as Dhamballa brawls with Cain and Akira and Hiro double-team Orochi. Back in the ring, McNasty has stumbled over to Lazarus in the corner, nailing him with right hand after right hand, albeit spaced out.
Rentfro: There may be chaos on the ramp, but McNasty has total control in the ring!
McNasty winds up for another right, but Lazarus fires back with a huge open-palm strike to Mark's face. McNasty stumbles back, and then winds up again for another big right. Corey nails him with another open-palm strike, this time to Mark's broken nose, and then follows it up with another, and another, and then another.
McDaniel: And Corey is still in this!!
Corey's eyes clear, becoming more and more focused with each strike to McNasty. Lazarus continues firing with open-palm strikes, forearms, and knife-edge chops, all to McNasty's head and chest. Corey forces Mark into the middle of the ring, and then kicks him in the knee, followed by a middle roundhouse kick to McNasty's exposed ribs. Lazarus sandwiches Mark's head with a rising Muay Thai knee to his jaw and a downward elbow thrust to the top of his head, and McNasty stumbles back, dazed.
McDaniel: Combo Number 5...!!!
Lazarus leaps up, connecting with an incredibly stiff Enziguri that sends McNasty right down face-first to the mat.
McDaniel: END CREDITS!! THE END CREDITS!! IT'S GOTTA BE OVER!!
Corey dives onto McNasty, hooking his leg as the ref drops for the count.
1!
2!!
3...KICKOUT!!!
Rentfro: YESSS!!!!! McNASTY KICKED OUT!!!
Corey gets to his knees, holding his hands on his head, completely surprised. The ref shows him two fingers, moving his shoulder to illustrate to Laz that McNasty got his shoulder up before 3. McNasty gets to a knee, and Corey grabs him by the hair, bringing both men to their feet. Lazarus then whips Mark into the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker attempt.
Rentfro: McNasty reverses the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, lands on his feet...WESTERN LARIAT!!!
Corey topples down from the stiff lariat by McNasty, but then rolls right to his feet. McNasty looks in complete shock as Corey grabs his elbow, staring back at McNasty with fire in his eyes. He screams...
Lazarus: YEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!!!
...and then spins, nailing McNasty in the jaw with a Roaring Elbow. The impact and momentum turns McNasty around, and Lazarus grabs him for a backdrop suplex, but cradles the inner leg and locks his hands together. He whips him back over, driving him right to the mat on his forehead.
McDaniel: BOX OFFICE BOMB II!!!!
Corey gets to his feet, looking out to the crowd, and then drops to his hands and knees, breathing heavy.
Rentfro: Phew...for a moment I thought that the lariat took nothing out of Corey! McNasty's taking a breather now, thanks to Laz over-exerting himself.
McNasty pushes himself to his hands and knees as Lazarus gets to his feet. Lazarus drops to a knee again, breathing heavy, and then forces himself back up. He holds his arms out to his sides, hands wide open, and the fans cheer.
Fans: L-A-Z! L-A-Z! L-A-Z! L-A-Z!
McDaniel: Corey readies himself, measuring out McNasty...
Mark forces himself to his feet, his back to Lazarus, and then turns around. Corey boots him in the midsection and locks on a front facelock, draping his arm over his shoulder and hooking his inside leg. Lazarus goes to lift McNasty up, but Mark nails a pair of shots to Corey's ribs, causing Lazarus to drop McNasty back to his feet. McNasty then hooks Corey's inside leg, lifts him up, and drops him on his shoulders and head with a kneeling cradle powerbomb.
Rentfro: BOX OFFICE BOMB BY MARK McNASTY!!! HE TOOK HIS OWN MOVE AND USED IT AGAINST HIM!!!
Mark falls backwards, both men out and exhausted. The ref looks at both men, astonished that either are still moving.
McDaniel: And these fans are letting everybody know just what they think about this match!!
Fans: MATCH OF THE YEAR!! MATCH OF THE YEAR!! MATCH OF THE YEAR!! MATCH OF THE YEAR!!
McNasty crawls over to the ropes as Lazarus rolls onto his stomach. Mark climbs up the ropes to his feet, leaning against them for support. Corey forces himself to his knees, looking out into the crowd, completely dazed. He gets to a foot, turning around as McNasty charges.
Rentfro: LIGHTS OUT!!
McDaniel: NO!!!
Corey leaps over the diving McNasty, who tumbles forward to his feet. Lazarus turns around, and McNasty charges at him, firing off rights and lefts. Lazarus fires back with shot after shot, throwing in low roundhouse kicks for good measure.
McDaniel: And neither man is willing to give this up!
Lazarus hits a jumping Muay Thai knee to Mark's head, dazing him, and then leaps up with another End Credits.
Rentfro: Mark ducks the End Credits again!!
Lazarus lands on his side and then scrambles to his feet, giving McNasty the time to kick him in the gut and lift him up for a Fallaway Slam. He backflips, sandwich Corey's body between himself and the mat, hooking a leg a moment after landing.
McDaniel: SAULT SLAM!!
Rentfro: YES! A REPLAY OF GENESIS!!!
1!
2!!
3.....KICKOUT!~!~!!~!~!
McNasty sits up, practically yanking his hair out in shock and awe. Lazarus rolls to his side as the referee holds up two fingers, and the fans cheer for the action itself.
Rentfro: WWWHHHAAAAAT?!?!?!?!?!
McDaniel: Corey kicked out!! Corey kicked out of another Sault Slam!! This match must continue!!
Mark grabs Corey by the head, bringing him to his feet, and then hits a pair of soccer kicks to his skull before standing him up fully. He then picks Corey up for another one, but Lazarus uses the lifting momentum to slide over Mark's shoulder.
McDaniel: Corey reverses!! He's on his feet!!
Corey twists his torso, and then scoops McNasty up into an inverted fireman's carry.
McDaniel: MERCURY DRIVER!!!
Rentfro: NO!! McNASTY GETS OUT OF IT!!
McNasty shakes himself out of the hold, landing on his feet behind Corey. Before Laz can even turn around, McNasty jumps up and nails a dropkick to the back of Corey's head. Lazarus stumbles forward and then drops to a knee, allowing McNasty to hit the opposite set of the ropes.
McDaniel: McNasty off the ropes...!!!
Rentfro: LIGHTS OUT!!!
The forearm connects, and Lazarus lunges forward from the impact, hitting the ropes chest-first. He bounces backwards, and McNasty's ready for him, scooping him with his chest to Corey's back for an inverted Fallaway Slam. He backflips, driving Laz face and chest-first to the mat as he lands on Corey's back.
Rentfro: INVERTED SAULT SLAM!!!
McNasty quickly turns Corey over and covers, hooking both legs and bridging his back for extra leverage. The fans count along...
Fans: 1!
2!!
3!!!
McDaniel: MARK McNASTY IS THE NEW PWA WORLD CHAMPION!!!
Rentfro: YESSS!!!!!
McNasty gets to his knees, raising his arms up in the air with his eyes tightly shut. The referee calls for the belt from the timekeeper, and is obliged. Emerson stands up from his chair, taps the receiver on the mic, and then brings it up to his face.
Eric Emerson: Your winner of the match...and NEWWWW...
The fans cheer louder than ever at all during the match, clapping and stomping like mad. Cold's "Whatever You Became" plays back over the PA system as the ref hands the World title to McNasty, who remains on his knees, holding the belt high in the air.
Eric Emerson: ...Pioneer Wrestling Association WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...
Corey begins stirring, rolling over to the ropes and grabbing ahold of the bottom rope. He pulls himself to his hands and knees, holding his head in his hands. McNasty rises to his feet as the ref holds his arm up high, the other arm holding the World title.
Eric Emerson: ...MARK McNASTYYYYYY!!!!!!
McDaniel: And we have a NEW PWA World champion in what has got to be on the ballot for Match of the Year!!!
Rentfro: Corey's a bust!! McNasty is THE MAN!!!
Corey pulls himself up to his feet, tears welling in his eyes as he realizes what just happened. He turns around, sees McNasty holding the World title, and then storms over to him, grabbing the World title away from him. "Whatever You Became" dies down as the fans stop cheering, and Corey stares at the World title.
McDaniel: No, Corey! Don't do it! You've become a man of honor!
Rentfro: He was never honorable! He's a snake in the grass, and he's going to do exactly what he said and walk out of Seattle with the World title!!
Corey stares at the World title for what seems like forever but, in reality, is only a few seconds. He runs a finger over the engraved nameplate, and then kisses the center of the belt. He turns to McNasty, nods, and then hands him the World title as the fans cheer again. "Whatever You Became" returns, and Corey extends his hand to McNasty. Mark looks at it hesitantly, keeping an eye on Corey as he reaches out to take it. Lazarus shakes McNasty's hand, and then raises it up in victory before sliding out of the ring and limping towards the ramp.
McDaniel: And for anybody who says sportsmanship is dead in the land of professional wrestling, I say look here!!
Rentfro: Which makes it BORING!
McDaniel: Ah jeeze, Brian, and you were doing pretty good tonight! Everyone, Retribution comes to an end! We've seen the culmination of many months of effort by these incredible superstars... but where does it all go from here!? Tune into Rampage in one week to find out!!! Good night all!
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