Its a beautiful day at the beach. Little kids run by the camera before it focuses on a volley ball net in the distance. Four women walk up to the net, and we see they are Psycho Sandra, Riona Langly, Sabine, and Circa. Sandra has a cd player with her, and as we hear sea gulls in the background, she puts it down.

Riona: Ok girls, ready to get this party started?

They all smile as they pick teams, and go on opposite sides. Sabine holds the ball up to serve, and Sandra presses play on the cd player. Everything goes into slow motion as "Pour Some Sugar on Me" begins to play. After a few shots of them playing volley ball, we move to the four laying on towel in the sun. This is followed by a scene of them in the water having a water fight. It is at this point the camera begins to pan back. It stops outside a small open building that says Life Guard on the side. We flash inside to see a pair of binoculars focused on the ladies. The camera pulls back a little more to show the man is PX, wearing his mask and red shorts.

PX: Man I love my job.

Without looking away, PX reaches down, and pulls up a bottle of lotion. He plops it down on the table next to him as we fade out of the building. The camera looks up to the sun, and the logo for PWA Summer Silzzer appears!

August 15th, 2008
Live on PPV from the America West Arena - Phoenix, Arizona

McDaniel: Welcome everyone to Summer Sizzler, the PWA's Second grandest event!  We have nine ROCKING matches for you, and by order of the President, we're going to our first match, NOW!

Rentfro: NOW? But I made note cards!!!

OPENING CONTEST
Viktor Stone vs. Corey Lazarus

An old fashioned, black and white film countdown rolls on the ADCTron, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit. Clean guitars and bass softly creep from the PA system, beginning Metallica's cover of Ennio Morricone's classic "The Ecstasy of Gold." The song plays softly for 49 seconds,



A single shot white pyro shoots from all over the entrance stage, bring to life a single spotlight on the entrance curtain, cuing the eleven hits of the snare, and bringing the heavy part of the song to life.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time...

Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain, his eyes hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, his fingers pointing up to the ADC-Tron above him. Clips of his various achievements throughout his career scroll, including his Super kicking of Jimmy Ultros off of the ring apron into a C2 charge-filled dumpster from Rumble in the Bronx '01, nailing a somersault dropkick to a chair placed in front of Silverback's head from a Rampage in the summer of '01, and dropping Tommy Riley on his head with the Mercury Driver from Genesis 6 to claim the Tempest title for the second time.

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

Lazarus jogs in place at the end of the stage, shaking out his limbs, and then begins walking solemnly down the ramp. He points out to the crowd, nodding at the various signs for him scattered about, and then turns around, focusing his attention to more images of his glory on ADCTron: dropping Phoenix on his head with the Mercury Driver to win the 2008 Who's The Man tournament; kicking out after being drilled with Raizzor's Tombstone Shoulder breaker at Revolutions Per Minute; rolling out of the way of Sean Moro's Near Death Experience and kipping up to his feet, lifting Moro up and dropping him head-first to the mat with the Mercury Driver to capture the DRWF Eternal title.

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

Corey turns around to face the ring as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...

Lazarus steps into the ring and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. The guitars ring out as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.

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

The snare drum comes back in, keeping a faster pace, and then the guitars and bass return as well, playing a more high tempo variation of the main theme at 1:52 mark. Corey leaps to his feet, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban's off, turning his body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

The last image on the ADCTron before "The Ecstasy of Gold" fades into silence, the house lights returning, is that of Corey Lazarus being held up on the shoulders of Jesse White and Malcolm West, the PWA World title held up high above his bloodied head while Cliff Young, Tina Young, Hiro Takawa, Andrew Crow, and Emma O'Reilly look on behind him, applauding.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

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

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


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

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

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


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

DING DING DING!

The two men circle each other, waiting moments for the first to attack. Corey lunges in, but Stone reverses and puts him in a hammerlock. He twists Corey's arm vividly, but Corey breaks out with an elbow strike. Stone staggers back and then gets knocked into the ropes by a roundhouse kick from Corey. Corey goes in, but Stone hits a low kick and takes Corey down with snap suplex. He then wraps Corey's left arm up with his legs, grabbing Corey's left wrist with both arms and twisting it violently. Corey is struggling in pain.

McDaniel: That looks PAINFUL!

Rentfro: Corey doesn't look too lucky right now, but he's so close to that bottom rope!

McDaniel: He got it!

Corey grabs a hold of the bottom rope for dear life and Stone is forced to let go. He gets Corey up to his feet, but Corey counters with some elbows to Stone's stomach. Corey backs up Stone a bit and then mows him down with a clothesline. Stone gets back up, and Corey takes him back down with another lariat. Stone is back up to his feet almost immediately and Corey telegraphs a dropkick, but the Stone holds back. Corey lands on the mat, and then Stone puts Corey's legs underneath his arms. He steps over to his right, putting Corey on his belly. The Stone bends down at the knees and wrenches Corey's legs backwards, putting him a vicious Boston Crab.

McDaniel: Oh man! The ref is down there to see if Corey wants to tap out...

Rentfro: I don't think Corey knows the meaning...

McDaniel: Every man has his limit.

Rentfro: Corey is fighting for that bottom rope again, and he's so close.

McDaniel: Wait! Stone is dragging Corey back to the middle of the ring!


Corey, however, manages to escape due to Stone letting up on the hold a bit. Corey turns on his back and gets one leg free. He smashes it into Stone's back, which sends him into the turnbuckle. Stone turns around, but is met by lefts and rights from Corey. Corey then slams his shoulder into the Stone's midsection. Stone doubles over a bit, and Corey tucks Stone's head between his thighs. Corey lifts Stone up in power bomb fashion and slams Stone into the turnbuckle!

McDaniel: Good God! Stone was almost broken in half!

Rentfro: The RING POST almost broke in half!

Corey hooks the leg...

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Stone has still got a lot of fight in him, but that sure did leave a mark.

Rentfro: Son of a!

Corey gets Stone up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Stone comes back and Corey tries for a flowing belly-to-belly suplex, but Stone puts his leg around the back of Corey's, then unleashes head butt after head butt on Corey. Stone wraps Corey up in a face lock and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Stone covers...

1...

2...

Shoulder up.

McDaniel: Barely a two count there, I think Stone was going for the surprise pin.

Rentfro: Corey DOES look surprised!

Stone gets Corey up to his feet and hits some knee strikes, and then tosses him into the corner. Stone goes into the opposite corner. He runs at Corey, leaping high into the hit, and hits a huge corner splash. Corey staggers out a bit, and Stone tries a belly-to-belly suplex of his own, but Corey blocks it and hits a head-and-arm suplex, smashing Stone into the corner!

McDaniel: The turnbuckles AGAIN! Good God! Viktor might be taken out of here in multiple boxes here tonight!

Rentfro: That's just wrong...

Stone is up to his feet though, as Corey catches his breath for a moment. Corey lands a right punch and then follows up with a stiff kick to the side of Stone. Corey locks up with a face lock, putting Stone's arm over his head. He lifts Stone up vertically, but Stone quickly slips out of it and lands on his fight right behind Corey. Stone lays into Corey with big elbow strikes to the back of Corey's head, then hits Corey with a huge backdrop suplex.

McDaniel: Corey crashes hard!

Rentfro: Stone is on the top rope...

Stone flies high off the top turnbuckle, extending forward for a diving elbow drop, but Corey rolls out of the way at the last second. Stone hits nothing but mat and grabs his arm in pain. Corey gets to his feet, and goes into the ropes. He comes back and hits a highly elevated somersault leg drop on Stone. He covers...

1...

2...

Kick out!

Corey getting a little frustrated, gets Stone to his feet. He sends him into the ropes and then hits a HUGE twisting spine buster on Stone. He covers again.

1...

2... Kick out! Barely a two count there.

Corey slams the mat and then mounts Stone, laying into him with rights and lefts. But, before Corey can get on a roll, Stone rakes Corey's left eye and Corey backs off. Stone rolls to the ropes and uses them to get up. Corey gets his vision back, but only to see himself getting kicked low and Stone lifting him up high in the air. Stone drops him down with a brain buster! He covers...

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Either man is willing to give up Brian!

Rentfro: Stone is a little flustered himself.

Stone gets Corey up to his feet and slams his forearm into Corey's face. Corey gets tossed into the turnbuckle, then immediately put on the top. The Stone climbs up onto the middle rope and then hooks Corey up in a face lock. He puts Corey's arm over his head and grabs Corey's tights. He lifts him up, over, and slams him down hard to the mat below.

McDaniel: Superplex! That's gotta be it for Corey!

Stone hooks the leg...

1...

2...

Kick out!

Stone is flustered even more, and lays down a few stomps on Corey. He goes into the ropes and comes back with a knee drop on Corey's face. He covers again.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Stone slams the mat in frustration, and then gets Corey to his feet. He sends him into the ropes and tries to connect with a roundhouse onto the oncoming Corey, but Corey ducks underneath and wraps up Stone's arms from behind and slams him to the mat with a full-nelson slam! Corey covers...

1...

2...

Shoulder up!

McDaniel: Close call there!

Corey locks Stone in a front face lock, draping his closer arm over his shoulder, and then uses his free arm to cradle Stone's closer leg by grabbing it behind the knee. Lazarus then lifts Stone vertically, turning his body towards Viktor so that he is directly in front of him, and then releases his head, pushing down on their cradled leg to drive the back of Stone's head, neck, and upper back into the mat as Corey falls to his knees.

McDaniel: BOX OFFICE BOMB!

Rentfro: Corey makes the cover!

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And your winner... COREY LAZARUS!

McDaniel: And Corey Lazarus is back with authority ladies and gentlemen!

Rentfro: He really needed that win to stay afloat here in the cut-throat competition of the PWA.

Corey rolls out of the ring and raises his hands to the crowd. Corey celebrates as he walks up the ramp way and disappears backstage. Viktor takes a moment to recover, and then makes his way backstage as well.

Moments later, backstage at the America West Arena, heading down one of the hallways when you spot a trio chatting away by catering.

The mask gives away the identity of El Rey de Corazones, while his stature informs you that the other man is "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali. The lovely young woman with whom Jon is flirting quite successfully is PWA Interviewer Toshi Yang. The King of Hearts watches the other two with a grin when Toshi and Jonathon laugh over a joke you do not get.

It's not the first time nor the last.

Noticing your presence Toshi smiles and produces a microphone.

Toshi: "We are mere minutes away from the big match, the final match of this United Forces Tournament, and we're here with one of the two teams competing for the PWA Tag Team Titles. What are your thoughts going into Summer Sizzler, gentlemen?"

Nightmare: "Gentlemen? Why so serious, Toshi?"

Jonathon chuckles while Toshi blushes lightly and shrugs, lofting the mic to indicate she's on the job.

Nightmare: "What do we think? What have we noticed? I'll tell you."

"For all their boasting and swaggering, for all the time they've shot off their mouths against all their other opponents, neither Project-X nor Psycho Sandra have said a damn thing since we spoke."

"To say we're disappointed in you two would be a major understatement. You were supposed to be the team to beat. You were supposed to be two fierce combatants out to win at all costs."

"But what do we get?"

Jon looks to his partner.

El Rey: "Nada."

"Nothing."

"¿Cuál es incorrecto, embroma? ¿Donante para arriba ya? ¿Interesado no más en tomar los títulos de la etiqueta? ¿Ese fuego en su alma quema repentinamente cuando está hecho frente con la competición verdadera?"

"What's wrong, kids? Giving up already? No longer interested in taking the tag titles? That fire in your soul suddenly burn out when faced with real competition?"

"No hemos dado para arriba. No estamos a punto de entregarse, aún menos a usted dos. No hay manera que usted va a hacernos sacudida en la toalla, aún menos golpea ligeramente hacia fuera."

"We haven't given up. We're not about to surrender, let alone to you two. There's no way you're going to make us toss in the towel, let alone tap out."

Nightmare: "No, we're damn focused on beating the Hell out of you two and becoming the new PWA Tag Team Champions to end this tournament. We may even knock you out, something you'll never manage against El Rey and I."

"What's more, we're going to look damn good doing it too. Better than you could ever dream of being, P-X."

The King of Hearts flashes a smirk while Nightmare winks to Toshi, causing her to giggle and blush softly.

El Rey: "¿Si usted no tiene la tripa para hacer frente a hechos, para hacer frente a la verdad, para hacer frente al futuro… para hacernos frente? Entonces usted puede también apenas lanzar sus hombros sobre la estera y deja al árbitro hacer que cuenta del one-two-three. Será mucho menos diversión para nosotros, pero mucho menos doloroso para usted."

"If you don't have the guts to face facts, to face the truth, to face the future... to face us? Then you may as well just throw your shoulders onto the mat and let the referee make that one-two-three count. It'll be a lot less fun for us, but a lot less painful for you."

"Mejore todavía, incluso no incomode el aparecer en absoluto."

"Better yet, don't even bother showing up at all."

Nightmare: "Because now? There is only one thing you two will be, and that's neither victorious nor champions."

"All you will be is just another two victims."

The duo lock gazes with you, their eyes filled with unwavering confidence and determination.

Nightmare: "It's simply a fate from which... there is no escape."

PWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Moke Doshky (c) vs. Kyle Malone

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, Kyle Stevenson could not make it here tonight and thus has been removed from the TV title match. 

McDaniel: What a shame. He has potential, he just never uses it.

Rentfro: It'll be a better match without him, trust me.

Eric Emerson: And now, the following the match up is scheduled for one pinfall or submission. Introducing first, the challenger... hailing from Friday Harbor, Washington...

The house lights dim as Emmure's "When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong" begins to pump out of the p.a. system. Strobe lights flash in time to the beat of the music while Frank Palmeri's savage vocals wash over the crowd.

This is - the end!

On these words, the entrance curtain is brushed aside and Kyle Malone makes his way out into the arena. He keeps his head bowed to the crowd, who give him a somewhat less than warm reception.

Eric Emerson: He stands five feet eleven inches and weighs one hundred and seventy-seven pounds...

After a few moments of soaking it all in, Kyle begins to make his way down towards the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is KYLE... MALONE!!

Upon reaching the apron he rolls up under the bottom rope and kips to his feet in the middle of the ring, before beginning to stretch off in anticipation of the opening bell.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Bonn, Germany...

The arena lights turn red as Rammstein's "Amerika" plays over the PA. Fantastic Andy Stricklin comes out onto the entrance ramp in his usual garish attire. As the music picks up, he motions to the entry-way and "The World's Strongest Man" Moke Doshky comes out.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet ten inches and weighs four hundred and twenty five pounds...

Stricklin leads Doshky to the ring, holding the ropes for Doshky, which Moke ignores, stepping over the top rope and into the ring.

Eric Emerson: He is the PWA Television Champion and one half of the legendary Might & Magic... MOKE DOSHKY!!!!

McDaniel: Moke just towers over Malone. It's sick!

Rentfro: Malone will need super-speed in order to make up for the incredible size difference here.

Kyle and Moke meet in the ring. The ref signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Kyle quickly lands a few kicks and punches on Moke, who is pushed back a step. Kyle tries for a right hook up top, but Moke grabs his arm and then grabs him by the throat. Moke tries for an early put-out with a choke slam, but Kyle struggles out of it and connects with a sharp kick to Moke's head. Moke stumbles back a bit and Kyle runs at him and connects with a big dropkick. Moke is into the ropes and Kyle unchambers lefts and rights. It doesn't seem to work that much as Moke shoves Kyle down to the mat.

Rentfro: Moke's huge size just allows him to take the punches and overpower his opponents. Kyle needs to get smart here.

McDaniel: Moke walks over to Kyle and slams his huge fists into his back. Moke picks Kyle up above his head and slams him to the mat!


Kyle grabs his back. Moke stomps on him a few times. Moke brings Kyle to his feet with one hand and tosses him into the rope. Moke unchambers lefts and rights and then smashes Kyle with his car-like elbow. Kyle stumbles forward and Moke hits a big-time atomic drop on Kyle. Moke covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: Moke gets Kyle to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Kyle tries for a cross body...

McDaniel: But that doesn't work out as Moke catches him and hits him with a fall away slam!

Moke covers again.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: Kyle shows his toughness here and manages to kick out before three. Moke brings Kyle to his feet, but Kyle slams an elbow into Moke's stomach. Kyle does it again, and again.

McDaniel: Kyle hits Moke with a spinning heel kick that manages to knock Moke back a few steps!

Kyle gets Moke to his feet and unchambers lefts and rights, trying to chop down the big man. Kyle whips Moke into the turnbuckle and follows up with a huge corner splash. Moke staggers forward and Kyle leaps to the top turnbuckle. Kyle stands straight up and comes down with a huge double axe handle to the head and back of Moke! Doshky falls to one knee and Kyle goes into the ropes. He comes back and leaps high into the air, spinning on his side, and connects with the jaw of Moke for a huge heel kick.

Kyle covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: Moke kicks out right after the two, but Kyle managed a nice string of offense against Goliath over there.

McDaniel: Do I sense some resentment over there?

Rentfro: It's matches like these that make me wish professional wrestling had weight classes. I mean, this is ridiculous! Moke outweighs him by two human beings!

McDaniel: Or one if you're from Wisconsin.

Rentfro: Isn't Commissioner Joe BoXeR from Wisconsin?

McDaniel:
Yes.. I forgot about that.

Kyle continues his offense as he tries to keep the big man down. Kyle stomps on him a few times and then goes into the ropes. Kyle comes off with a moonsault leg drop over the back of Moke's head. Kyle tries another cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: It took Moke a little bit longer to kick out that time, maybe Kyle can pull this off.

McDaniel: It would certainly boost his status here in the PWA.

Kyle gets to his feet as Moke gets to his. Kyle moves in and Moke swings, but Kyle ducks low. He lands a few kidney punches on the big man, and Moke swings backwards wildly and misses Kyle. Kyle leaps up and smashes his forearm into Moke's head. Moke stumbles forward and Kyle nails a dropkick to Moke's knee. Kyle follows that up with some vicious knee strikes and manages a reverse DDT on the big man. Another cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: It's gonna take more than that. Despite being a big mother, Moke's a tough son of a gun. There's no doubt about it. He can take just about anything.

McDaniel: Except criticism.

Rentfro: Well he is German after all.


Kyle and Moke exchange lefts and rights, but Moke clearly gets the advantage. Moke lands a few more punches on Kyle, and Moke squashes Kyle in the corner. Moke tries for a corner splash, but Kyle dodges at the last second.

McDaniel: And Moke connects with nothing but turnbuckle!

Kyle lands some sharp kicks on Moke and cuts the big man down. Moke falls to the mat and Kyle climbs to the top rope. He pauses for a moment and soaks it in.

McDaniel: Four-fifty frog splash!

Rentfro: Holy crap! That move was huge! Moke looks out of air!

Kyle covers.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: And your winner and new PWA Television Champion... KYLE MALONE!!!

Stricklin attends to Moke in the ring, but Moke simply rolls out of the ring and recovers on the outside.

Rentfro:
I gotta hand it to him though, he was making that TV title an impossible task...

McDaniel: Until tonight. Perhaps a true David and Goliath story, and Malone came out on top. 

Moke and Stricklin disappear backstage and Malone is handed his TV title. Malone raises it in the air and get a big applause from the sold-out crowd. Malone leaves the ring and disappears backstage as we get ready for our next match.

LADDER MATCH 
Scott Nash Strader vs. Evan Black

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: "This contest will be a ladder match and will continue until one of the wrestlers can climb the ladder and retrieve the briefcase that is suspended above the ring."

Round and Round by Aerosmith begins to play over the PWA sound system and out walks Scott Nash Strader.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing first all the way from the Strader Estate in Houston, Texas; he stands at 6 feet 10 inches and weighs in at 295 pounds... he is Scott Nash Strader!"

Rentfro: "SNS in the house."

McDaniel: "Folks, we have an awesome match in store for you tonight."

Eric Emerson: "Introducing first all the way from Seattle , Washington ; he stands at 6 feet even and weighs in at 220 pounds... Evan Black!"

"Psycho" by Puddle of Mudd hits the sound system and Evan Black walks out to a huge ovation. He is wearing black tights and a custom Evan Black t-shirt. He walks down to the ring and jumps in quickly, climbing the top ropes and throwing the shirt into the crowd. He jumps off and turns to face his opponent.

DING! DING! DING!

The two stand and face each other as the briefcase rises higher and higher away from them. Evan Black is watching the rising object when out of nowhere he is attacked by SNS and taken down to the mat with an arm bar. SNS is up quickly with an elbow drop to the exposed arm. SNS uses the ropes for a springboard back flip that catches nothing but mat; he stands up. Evan with a spinning heel kick that spins SNS around making him land on his back. Evan is quickly spring boarding off the ropes with a guillotine leg drop across the throat of his opponent. He is back up and delivers a kick to the ribs of SNS, followed by a stomp kick stomp combination that is leaving huge red welps on the side of SNS.

McDaniel: "Both of these men working fast early."

Rentfro: "They had better because when that ladder comes into play, it is an energy sucker. It'll suck the energy right out of their bodies."

SNS is whipped into the ropes and Black delivers a standing dropkick to the face of Strader who stumbles back into the ropes. Black grabs the wrist of SNS and whips him back into the ropes. As SNS is coming back, Black hits the mat front first, and SNS runs over him. Black is up quickly and hitting the mat on his back, he plants his feet into the gut of SNS and propels him towards the top rope and to the floor; SNS twists in mid air and lands on his feet just inside the ropes.

Rentfro: "What a move, John, did you see that?"

McDaniel: "Yeah, Brian, I did. Do I believe it, nope, but I did see it."

Rentfro: "Evan has no idea Strader is still in the ring."

Evan is up grinning and turns to the outside where he charges with a clothesline; he is back body dropped to the outside by SNS. Strader turns around and grabs the ropes, he nods to the crowd and springboards to the outside and onto Evan Black with a shooting star press.

Crowd: "We want ladders(clap, clap, clap clap clap) We want ladders(clap, clap, clap clap clap)"

McDaniel: "The fans telling Strader and Black what they want."

Rentfro: "Yeah and it sounds like they want them now."


SNS is up and holding his injured ribs, but still climbs to the top rope. He leaps and flips 360 degrees in the air landing on Evan with mainly knees; it drives the wind out of both men.

McDaniel: "Did you..."

Rentfro: "What a move by SNS there, but did it do more damage to himself or Black? What does he want?"

Scott is up and getting Brian Rentfro's chair out from under him. He walks back over to where Evan is laying on the ground and hits the prone figure in the head a couple of times n the head for good measure. He climbs the turnbuckle chair in hand before leaping from the top with the chair like a skateboard under his feet. He lands hard on the concrete as Black just manages to roll out of the way; Scott stumbles back from the impact and Evan Black hits a dropkick to the back of Strader's head, mashing his face between the ring post and the heel of his own boots.

Rentfro: "Getting up close and personal with the ring post there."

Both men lay on the floor exhausted from the high impact moves; Evan winded and Scott bleeding.

Crowd: "Get the ladder(clap, clap, clap clap clap) Get the ladder(clap, clap, clap clap clap)"


Both men get to their feet wearily, they see that the other is up and their bodies seem to have been renewed by electricity as they begin to trade vicious rights and lefts at each other around the ring. They are at the ring steps when Black places a knee to the gut of SNS doubling the head of the Straders over. Black is up on the railing and off with a springboard knee to the back of Strader's head with a modified fameasser. A loud crunching noise is heard from those at ringside.

Rentfro: "Did you hear that crunch?"

McDaniel: "I did and I think Strader can add another broken nose to his growing list of injuries."

Evan looks at the railing, then the ladder, then the prone form of SNS, he decides to go for the ladder while his opponent is down. As Black walks towards the ladder, SNS is up and in a crouching position behind the ring steps. Evan slides the ladder into the ring and SNS launches himself at Black a volley of right and left handed closed fists onto the head and face of Black; driving the man backwards. The two land on the floor with SNS ontop of the man in a modified Lou Thesz press. SNS picks up Black from the floor and quickly plants the man with his Scotch Valley Driver; he stumbles towards the ring and crawls in. He sets up the ladder and begins the long climb to the top; blood is pouring down his face, but he is grinning broadly.

Rentfro: "Look at the face of Strader."

McDaniel: "He is enjoying the match."

Black has crawled back into the ring and dropkicks the ladder, causing the metal to land on top of SNs, driving the wind back out of him. Black is back up after the dropkick and has the ladder in hand.

McDaniel: "Black here with a chance to pull off an upset."

Rentfro: "Strader down and the ladder and Black up, not a good combination for Strader."

Evan is about half-way up the ladder when he looks down at the figure of SNS laying on the mat, he jumps down with a knee drop to the face of SNS, but it misses.

McDaniel: "Bad mistake there, should have gone on up."

Rentfro: "Shoulda moved on up to a deluxe apartment in the sky."

McDaniel: "What did you do with your extra money?"

Rentfro: "Paid for gas, why?"

McDaniel: Cause you darn well didn't spend it on singing lessons."

Both men crawl back to the ladder and begin the painful journey back to the top; they see each other across the ladder. Again, the two seem to have been revived and trade right and left blows from across the top of the ladder. SNS pokes Black in the eyes and the man grabs his face. SNS delivers a huge right hand, then another huge right hand; Black is reeling on the top of the ladder. SNS reaches back with an open handed slap to the face of Evan Black; Black falls from the top rung of the ladder on his back. SNS climbs on to the top, but is just off to the right of the briefcase, he can't reach it.

McDaniel: "Oh no, so close, but yet so far."

Rentfro: "No one knows that better than SNS right now."

SNS looks down at the figure of Evan Black, shrugs his shoulders and dives with a flying suicide plancha onto Black. Black got up his right knee just in time to catch SNS in the face with it, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

Rentfro: "Another big face shot to SNS here."

McDaniel: "I bet his nose has to be shattered into a million pieces."

Black looks up at the briefcase from the mat and adjusts the ladder accordingly. He gathers his strength and crawls towards the ladder. He reaches the bottom rung and pulls himself up the first few rungs before using his feet to help climb up.

Rentfro: "This match could be over, SNS is out cold."

Black is half way up the ladder and looks down at SNS, before resting and continuing up the ladder.

McDaniel: "Or is he? Strader is moving."

  SNS is up the ladder below Evan Black and places his head between Black's legs and shoves upwards. Nothing happens; Black tries to kick SNS, but to no avail. SNS hunches down and rams his head into Evan's crotch, the man lets go of the ladder to grab himself and SNS climbs up shoving his opponent backwards; Black's legs land on either side of the ropes.

Rentfro: "Oh, two ball shots in less than 10 seconds, that has gotta hurt."

McDaniel: "I imagine so, I imagine so."

SNS stands there resting on the ladder before continuing the quest to reach the top. He looks up and climbs one more rung hoisting himself onto the top of the ladder. Reaching up, he unhooks the strap and holds the briefcase in the air over his head.

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match and also the winner of at least $5,000... Scott Nash Strader!"

SNS holds the briefcase between his hands and dives nailing Evan Black on top of the head with the briefcase, blood begins to trickle down the forehead of Black.

Eric Emerson: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I've just been informed that the there is also… in that briefcase…….a contract!

McDaniel: "A contract for what?"

Rentfro: "Don't know, I'm in the dark."  

Eric Emerson: This contract entitles Scott Nash Strader a title shot…. Anytime….Anywhere…….for ANY Title!!  

McDaniel: "OH WOW!!!”

Rentfro: "Strader just hit pay dirt!"  

In the ring, Scott looks at the briefcase with a new sense of excitement, the wheels turning in his head. 

PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPIONSHIP 
Riona Langly (C) vs. Duff Cote d'iVoire vs. Jethro Hayes

Just before Emerson begins his announcements, Chamelion appears on stage.

Chamelion: It is with reluctance, that I have to announce that Riona Langly is not here to defend her PWA Grizzly Beer title.

The crowd boos excessively.

Chamelion: However, that does not mean we wont have a title match.  Riona, for whatever reason, has failed to show; but the title is still on the line; now in a one on one match between Jethro and Duff.  The special stip? Well, that it’s a one on one match! Heh.  Carry on, Eric.

Eric Emerson: The following is for one fall and is for the Grizzly Beer title. Introducing first,

[An old nylon-string guitar begins playing lonely notes over the loudspeakers and the sound echoes as if it's residing deep inside of a sewer. When the first drum beat hits, building the anticipation, a series of black lights illuminate the stage and vapor dances in its glow. After about forty five seconds, the classical guitar is interrupted by Randal Blythe's growling vocals.]

--Our father, thy will be done!--

[The classical guitar is replaced with distorted electric guitars tuned to drop D, playing the slow and droning "Vigil" by Lamb of God. The lights surrounding the curtain flicker in a constant strobe and Duff Côte d'Ivoire emerges from the back wearing long, black leather jacket. Beneath this, he wears a black tee shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots.]

--I have denied--
--This life its worth--
--I will not be the victim--

[He glances around to the crowd and the smirk turns into an arrogant, toothy grin.]

--Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out--
--This vigil burns--
--Until the date our fires overtake you--

Eric Emerson: On the way to the ring: from New York City, New York, he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs., Duff Côte d'Ivoiiire!

[He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments.]

--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--

[Duff jumps down from his perch and waits impatiently for his opponent's entrance.]

Eric Emerson: And, introducing next, his opponent,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

Rentfro: Can Chamelion DO this?

McDaniel: He is the boss!  Now, let’s watch and see which of these two men will be the new Grizzly Beer Champion!

DING! DING! DING!

Jethro tries to do a lock up but Duff punches him with a taped up fist. Jethro falls to one knee and touches his lip. He gets back up and tries to tie up again, and Duff goes to punch him in the mouth again but Jethro ducks and kicks Duff in the knee. Duff grabs the side of his knee and Jethro hits him with a double axe handle across his back. Duff falls to all fours and Jethro puts his arm up in the air while he gives Duff a kick in the ribs. He goes for it again, but Duff catches his foot and spins his foot causing Jethro to spin in the air and land hard on the mat.

Rentfro: Excellent tactile move by Duff!

McDaniel: He’s the veteran of the two, and bound to teach Jethro a few lessons.

Duff gets up and kicks Jethro in the back of the head. He picks him up by his head and knees him in the gut. He whips Jethro into the ropes and elbows him in the jaw. Jethro stumbles back and Duff closelines him to the outside. Duff goes to the middle of the ring as the ref moves him away from the ropes, but then all of the sudden he runs to the turnbuckle and jumps on the top rope and hits cross body on Jethro who is just had stood up. Both men are sluggish to their feet by finially Duff gets in and rolls into the ring. He stands up but from the outside Jethro trips him, and climbs up on the apron and flips over the top ropes and hits an elbow drop onto Duff’s back. Jethro uses the ropes to get up, still hurt from the cross body block, and kicks down onto the back of Duff’s knee.

Rentfro: Hayes’ larger form is tearing down Duff!

McDaniel: Duff has never been off his game so much as he is now.

Duff yells out in pain and tries to crawl away. Jethro drives his knee into Duff’s back and whips him into the ropes. Jethro runs into Duff and hits a high knee lift. Duff stumbles out of the corner and turns around and Jethro hits The Planter (Jack knife powerbomb). Jethro covers...

1

2

3!

McDaniel: That was totally unexpected! Jethro Hayes becomes the new PWA Grizzly Beer Champion!

Rentfro: Riona is going to be MIGHTY pissed when she arrives!

McDaniel: Goes to show, be EARLY! Not late! Especially to your assigned matches!

WINNER BECOMES ROBINSON'S PROTÉGÉ
Derek Stephen Taylor vs. Scottie Snow

Jon McDaniel: This next match is going to be interesting, Brian. The winner will go on to be managed by Rob Robinson!

Brian Rentfro: Well Jon, Rob is a guy that got put out of the sport way too early and this is his way of getting back in.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. The winner of this match will win the managerial services of Rob Robinson!

"Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys blares out of the PA system as Rob Robinson comes out and takes a seat at the announce position.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first...

"Eye of the Tiger" starts playing as some rather mediocre pyro goes off. It looks like maybe more pyro should have been used since it wasn't symmetrical and was generally rather spotty.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Chicago , Illinois ...Scotty "The Panther" Snow!

Scottie Snow comes running out onto the ramp and runs to the ring. He tries a standing jump onto the ring apron, but his feet slip and his falls off, hitting his face on the apron. Dejected, he rolls into the ring with the crowd laughing.

Brian Rentfro: I don't think that's quite the entrance Scottie wanted to make.

Rob Robinson: Hell, I bet he's just happy to be appearing on his first pay per view!

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

U2's "Even Better Than the Real Thing" starts as the arena darkens.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from London , England ...Derek Stephen Taylor!

Spotlights come to life on the stage, revealing a figure standing there. Taylor walks to the ring, not hurrying, forcing Snow to watch him. He calmly walks up the ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring.

Rob Robinson: Now you're about to see some first class technical wrestling.

Snow rushes at Taylor, who takes him down with a drop toe hold. Taylor is quickly back on his feet and he reaches down, slapping Snow on the back of the head.

Jon McDaniel: That didn't seem very sportsmanlike.

Rob Robinson: Who the hell cares, Jon? Derek is out there to win, not make the guy feel good about losing.

Taylor pulls Snow to his feet and whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a tilt awhirl backbreaker. Taylor stands back, waiting for the stunned Snow to get to his feet.

Rob Robinson: Is that better, Jon?

Snow is dazed, but get to his feet, oblivious to the fact that Taylor is standing behind him. DTS gets right behind the Panther and taps him on the shoulder. Snow spins around, only to be caught by Taylor in a position for a urinage.

Rob Robinson: I love this part. Derek calls this move the British Pound!

Taylor nails the British Pound, stands up and places one foot on Snow's chest.

1...


2..


Taylor walks away, drawing boos from the crowd.

Brian Rentfro: You're right, Rob, this guy is good!

Rob Robinson: I know, I know. But just watch this next bit. I know what he's got in mind here.

Taylor bends over to grab Snow's legs and applies a Texas Cloverleaf in the middle of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Didn't he call this the Trafalgar Square when he was in the W4F?

Rob Robinson: Wow, good memory, Jon!

In the ring, Snow quickly taps out of the submission. Taylor holds the move for a few moments more, then releases it before turning and kicking Snow out of the ring, leaving him to limp backstage.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and Rob Robinson's new protégé...Derek Stephen Taylor!

PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Jamie Flynn (C) vs. Nick Matthews vs. Nightstryker

Eric Emerson: "The following is for the PWA Intercontinental title and is a triple threat match...Introducing first, standing 6 feet even and weighing in at 235 pounds... Nick Matthews."

Death Letter by the White Stripes begins to play over the sound system... The lights go out, and a white spiral on a black background shows up on the tron. A medium paced guitar line plays two bars, and when the drums kick in,
a spotlight hits the stage and Nick Matthews is standing in it. As the song continues, he walks quickly down the ramp, singing along with the words. He
hesitates once he gets to the stairs, and climbs then slowly. He turns and faces the crowd while standing on the apron, very Jericho-esque. When he climbs
in, the lights go back on and he sits on the turnbuckle.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing next, this man stands at 6 feet and 2 inches; he weighs 242 pounds all the way from Chicago Illinois... he is Nightstryker."

The arena slowly darkens as "World Falls Away" by Seether begins to play over the PA system. Blue and silver smoke emanate from the
sides of the entranceway as Nightstryker steps through onto the ramp.

He takes a moment to view his surroundings before proceeding towards the ring.

Upon entering, he takes his shades off and hands them to the ring announcer before heading to the far corner to stretch and wait for the bell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: He is the PWA Intercontinental champion... JAMIE FLYNN!!

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

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

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

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

McDaniel: "Next fans, we have a triple threat match..."

Rentfro: "For the PWA Intercontinental title."

DING! DING! DING!

The three men circle each other in the middle of the ring, they eye each other wearily. The all charge each other at once, Matthews throws out a foot and trips Nightstryker, who falls to the mat. Without missing a beat, Flynn and Matthews lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Grabbing his wrist, Flynn pulls Nick's wrist behind his own back in a behind the back wristlock on Matthews.

Rentfro: "Did you see how smoothly Matthews tripped and moved into the collar and elbow tie-up?"

McDaniel: "I saw Flynn move as smoothly in hooking Nick up in that wristlock."

Nightstryker is up and delivers a running forearm shot to the back of Flynn's head, causing the front of Flynn's head to make contact with the back of Nick's head. Nick turns around to face the two other opponents, but Nightstryker has a different idea as he rams their heads together in a double head butt.

McDaniel: "And a double noggin knocker."

Rentfro: "Affective as the two are stumbling."

Nightstryker lowers himself sweeping Flynn's legs out from under him simultaneously booting Nick in the gut and planting him with an even flow ddt to the mat. He falls ontop of Matthews for a cover.

one...

two... 

Flynn grabs the ankles of Nightstryker breaking the pin attempt as he pulls him off of Matthews. Flynn places a boot into the back of Nightstryker and lifts the man up hitting him with a modified backbreaker. Jamie covers Nightstryker for a pin attempt.

one... 

one 1/2 

Nick pulls Jamie off of Nightstryker breaking the pinfall.

Rentfro: "Matthews with the save there."

McDaniel: "Saving himself and giving himself another chance for a title."

Nick is up and drops a sharp elbow to the back of Flynn's neck, which he turns into a side headlock; he wrenches on the neck of Flynn. He pulls Jamie back up in the side headlock and delivers a running bulldog. Matthews is up looking for another elbow drop but is hit by Nightstryker with a reverse ddt; Nightstryker covers for another pin attempt.

one... 

two... . 

Flynn runs up the closest turnbuckle and dives with a flying corkscrewing cross body block to break up the pin.

McDaniel: "Wow, what a way to break up a pin and inflict damage."

Rentfro: "I just don't see how he did it."

Flynn pulls the winded Nightstryker to his feet throwing rights and lefts driving him back into the corner. Flynn eyes Nightstryker's chest and delivers chop after chop; causing Nightstryker to flinch with each contact of skin.

McDaniel: "Flynn doesn't see Matthews behind him."

Rentfro: "Nick with a schoolboy roll up pin."

one... 

two... 

two and three fourths; 

Stryker comes off the middle rope with a double axe handle smash to the back of Nick's head. Striker is back to his feet where Nick delivers a picture perfect standing dropkick sending Nightstryker through the ropes. Flynn is up and twists Nick around whipping him into the ropes. Nick comes back off the ropes into a Samoan drop onto the mat; Flynn covers.

one... 

two... 

two and three fourths 

Nick has a shoulder up.

Rentfro: "Nightstryker playing it smart catching his breath on the outside."

McDaniel: "As long as he doesn't catch it too long out there."

Flynn has the right ankle of Nick in his hands and plants a sadistic stomp to the inner thigh of Nick's right thigh. Flynn then wraps the leg of Nick Matthews around his own leg and falls back hyper extending the right leg of Nick who cries out in pain. Flynn is up again quickly and aims to deliver an elbow drop to Nick's gut, and as he falls, Nick throws a hard punch to the falling face of Jamie Flynn. Jamie grabs his face and his legs are swept out from under him, grabbing his legs Nick goes for a pin attempt.

one... 

Nightstryker is off the top rope with a leg drop to the neck of Matthews.

McDaniel: "Pin attempt mania here in this match."

Rentfro: "And all but that one very close."

Nightstryker is up meeting the face of Nick Matthews with meaty right hands backing the man into the corner, where he sits Nick up on the top rope preparing for a top rope suplex. Nick blocks the move and throws Nightstryker down front first onto the mat and jumps down with a double knee to the back of Nightstryker. Rolling him over, he goes for a pin.

one... 

two... 

Flynn's foot connects with Nick's head in a soccer style fashion, rolling him off of Nightstryker.

Rentfro: "Flynn whips Nick into the opposite corner after that brutal kick."

McDaniel: "None of them are holding anything back here Brian."

Rentfro: "Nick reverses the whip and throws Jamie into the corner."

Nick delivers three vicious chops to the chest of Jamie Flynn, a huge left hand, followed by climbing onto the top turnbuckle and delivers 5 meaty punches to the jaw of Jamie Flynn. As he jumps down, he grabs the head of Jamie Flynn planting him with a modified DDt to the mat and covers.

one... 

two... 

two and three fourths 

Nightstryker grabs the head of Nick Matthews and pulls him off of Jamie Flynn. Nick reaches through and pulls Stryker's legs out from under him and placing his hand on the chest of Stryker delivers big right hands to the man. Nick goes for another right hand, but it is stopped by Jamie who places Nick into an arm bar driving him to the mat.

one... 

two... 

Jamie realizes that Nick is pinning Nightstryker just as he is pulling him off, Stryker kicks out.

McDaniel: "What just happened?"

Rentfro: "He had Stryker pinned and Jamie was helping Nick pin Stryker."

Jamie slides out of the ring to catch his breath. Nightstryker charges at Nick who delivers a massive backbody drop to the outside; Jamie catches the flying Stryker and hits him with a spinning sit-down spine buster onto the guardrail Nick having just turned around stares at the high impact move, he shakes his head in disbelief.

Rentfro: "Did you see that?"

McDaniel: "Yeah.. I did, it had to hurt."

Crowd: "Ohhhh!"

Flynn, still in a sitting position, stares back in the ring, he grins up at Nick Matthews.

Ref: "one... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight"

Jamie slides back into the ring where he and Nick tie up in a collar and elbow tie up. Nick gains the advantage with a wristlock and he delivers a high kick to the face of Jamie, then quickly into a fireman's carry slam to the mat.

one...

two... 

Jamie reaches his shoulder up barely. Outside the ring Stryker is still on his back and is in obvious pain.

Rentfro: "Stryker still out of the match so far."

McDaniel: "You'd be too if you had that done to you."

Rentfro: "Too true my friend, too freaking true."

Inside the ring, Nick whips Jamie into the corner and follows up with a quick running dropkick.

Rentfro: "Flashbang!"

Flynn stumbles out of the corner and is hit with a spinning ddt to the mat.  Jamie stops the spinning ddt and throws his weight around and has Nick in a bridged pin attempt.

one...

Nick is struggling

two...

Nick is kicking wildly now

three!

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match and still PWA Intercontinental Champion... Jamie Flynn!"

McDaniel: "Jamie fought for every moment in that match Brian."

Rentfro: "Damn sure did John, he earned this one."

As Flynn Celebrates in the ring, Nightstryker is seen walking in front of the camera and taps John McDaniel on the shoulder; his hand is out.

McDaniel: "Oh yeah, it’s here somewhere."

Papers are heard shuffling around for a moment.

McDaniel: "Um... give me a moment."

Nightstryker: "Brian, did you take it?"

Rentfro shrugs his shoulders and pulls the envelope out from his pocket and hands it to Nightstryker. Stryker grins, patting Rentfro on the shoulder and hops the barricade, exciting the fans around him as he strolls out of the arena. As he does, the camera pans upwards to find Rob Robinson, Derek Stephan Taylor, and Viktor Stone are sitting in a luxury box, enjoying the show when Scottie Snow barges into the room. While all the other men are wearing street clothes, Snow is still in his ring attire.

Scottie Snow: Rob, you've gotta give me another chance.

Stone and Taylor both get to their feet and advance on Snow, but Robinson motions them back.

Rob Robinson: Easy guys, he's not a threat. I'm pretty sure that Derek proved that earlier tonight.

The two men laugh and sit back down.

Rob Robinson: Come on, Scottie, you and I both know that you don't deserve another shot. I gave you the opportunity of a life time tonight and you wasted it, plain and simple.

Scottie Snow: Rob, you can't do this to me!

Rob Robinson: Do what to you, exactly? You've done this to yourself, Scottie!

Scottie Snow: But you're my only hope! This isn't my fault!

Rob Robinson: Isn't your fault? It isn't my fault you can't win a match to save your life...Actually, on second thought, come out here with me, Scottie.

The four men walk onto the balcony overlooking the arena.

Rob Robinson: Do you see all these fans, Scottie? These people all come here to see action, to see excitement, to see the best this sport has to offer. You think they deserve to see you? Do you really think that much of this industry?

Scottie Snow: Rob, it isn't like that.

Rob Robinson: It isn't, is it? So, you say I'm your only hope, is that right?

Scottie Snow: Yeah, I'd do anything, Rob, anything!

Robinson snaps his fingers and Taylor and Stone each grab one of Scottie's arms and haul him over the edge of the balcony, hanging high above the arena.

Scottie Snow: Rob...Rob, what are you doing? You can't do this!

Rob Robinson: Earlier I said that you couldn't save a match to save your life, Scottie. Was I right about that?

Scottie Snow: What? Come on, just let me go!

Rob Robinson: You don't really want us to do that, do you? Don't answer, that was rhetorical. My real question was, can you save a match to save your life?

Scottie Snow: Yes!

Rob Robinson: Good. Now, here's my second question, Scotty. Do you believe in angels?

Scottie Snow: What?

Rob Robinson: Scottie, Derek and Viktor are strong, but they've both wrestled tonight and have each had something to drink, so I don't know how long they can hold you like this. Do try to keep up. I asked if you believe in angels.

Scottie Snow: I guess so?

Rob Robinson: You don't sound so sure, but that's alright. Scottie, I want you to think of me as an angel. You see, there are two very interesting things about angels, Scottie. Do you know what they are?

Scottie Snow: I don't think so.

Rob Robinson: Well, the first thing about angels is that they can take you back to the very moment when everything went wrong. That gives you a second chance to make it right again, kind of a celestial Quantum Leap. Does that sound good, Scottie?

Scottie Snow: What do you mean?

Rob Robinson: What I mean is that you are getting a second chance, Scottie. You get one more match to make this all right. If you win the match, everything will go differently for you, but if you lose...well, that's how you got in this predicament in the first place. So what will it be Scottie, do you believe in angels or not?

Scottie Snow: Yes! Of course! Anything you say!

Robinson snaps his fingers again and Taylor and Stone pull Snow back onto the balcony.

Robinson, Taylor, and Stone go back to the couch to finish their discussion while Snow slinks away. As he reaches the door and starts to pull it open, Robinson calls out to him.

Rob Robinson: Oh, and Scottie? You didn't ask about the second interesting thing about angels.

Scottie Snow: What's that?

Rob Robinson: You only get one.

Backstage, we find Riona Langly walking into the arena, her cell open to her ear, and she’s talking to someone on the other end when Chamelion walks up to her and holds out his hand.  Riona blinks, and tells her companion she has to hang up.  Clicking the cell shut, Riona scoffs towards Chamelion.

Riona: What do you want!?

Chamelion: Your belt, please.

Riona: What!?

Chamelion sighs, crossing his arms.

Chamelion: Do you have ANY idea what time it is?

Riona looks dumbfounded, and checks her watch.

Riona: 9:00pm , look, I know I’m late, but my match isn’t till later in the card, right!?

Chamelion: Umm, is your watch on PST or EST? Cause this show runs EST.  You missed your match, Riona.  Jethro Hayes is the new PWA Grizzly Beer Champion.

Riona’s bags crash to the floor, her face becoming red.

Riona: You can’t DO THAT TO ME!

Chamelion: Babe, you did it to yourself.  You got to be on our time, not your own time.  I remade the match; Jethro vs. Duff, and Jethro won.  Now, hand over the title, please. 

A vein pops out on Riona’s forehead, as she rips open her duffle bag and shoves it into Chamelion’s hands.

Riona: I have the mind to quit, you know!

Chamelion: Yeah, I know.  But consider it carefully before you do.  Your actions are not so severe you’re gonna have heat on you.  And you know me to be the kind to give other chances to everyone.  But in this case, Jethro just did a touch better over all, by beating Duff and being on time.  Tough luck, kiddo.

Chamelion turns and walks off, GB title over his shoulder and Riona cusses under her breath, grabs her stuff and stomps back out the way she came.


PWA TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Nightmare & El Rey de Corazones vs. P
sycho Sandra & Project X

Eric Emerson: The following match is for one fall, and is the finals of the United Forces Tournament. For this match, the time limit will be 60 minutes, and the initial tag period has been extended to 10 minutes. The winner will not only be the winner of the UFT, but these two people will also win the vacant PWA Tag Team Titles, and be declared the NEW PWA tag team champions.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from Villahermosa , Tobasco , Mexico ... he is The King of Hearts... EL REY DE CORIZONES!"

As "Baila Casanova" by Paulina Rubino hits the arena speakers, the stage lights up with flickering flame-colored lighting. A red spotlight hits the stage as El Rey de Corazones steps out onto the stage. The King of Hearts is wearing black-and-silver wrestling tights, black wrestling boots, a yellow sombrero and a Toreador jacket. The sombrero is banded in black with red hearts, while his jacket is yellow with red and black trim and bears an appliqué of a large red heart encircled bandoleer style with a yellow crown.

El Rey bears a bouquet of roses in his hand. As he walks to the ring he tosses flowers to the female fans in attendance. He walks up the ring steps and waits patiently in the center of the ring for his tag team partner.

McDaniel: Finally, after a month, here we are Brian. The FINALS of the United Forces Tournament.

Rentfro: Damn right Jon. And, not only are we finally at the finals, we are finally about to have tag champions again.

McDaniel: El Rey looking pumped and ready for a chance to win gold tonight.

The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway.

Eric Emerson: And, introducing next, his partner... standing at 6'9" and weighting in at 280 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.

~Dig deep down from Planet X, yeah~
~Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head~
~Step right up and feel the fire~
~Hardcore love of the never dead~

Eric Emerson: He hails from Los Angeles, California... 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.

~Call me the American nightmare~
~Call me the American dream~
~Call me your soul corrupted~
~Call me everything you need~

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.

~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Who do you love, yeah~

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.

~Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah~
~Lust and death gone in your head~
~Rat pack mind degenerated~
~Thirteen ghosts sing the body red~

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.

~Call me the dark intruder~
~Call me the haunted sea~
~Call me your Monster Zero~
~Call me anything you need~

Once at ringside Nightmare springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over the top.

~Call me the American Nightmare~
~Call me the American dream~
~Call me your soul corrupted~
~Call me everything you need~

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.

~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Yeah, who do you love~
~Yeah, motherfucker~
~Who do you love, yeah~

Nightmare takes his place in his corner to await the beginning of the match as Akira and Dhamballa take their stations outside the ring.

McDaniel: Nightmare and El Rey teaming for the first time in the United Forces Tournament. Could this team take out the now experienced team of Psycho-X?

Again, the stadium lights go out for a moment.

Eric Emerson: And, introducing their opponents. First,

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!

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Washington DC ,

A heavy guitar intro plays through the speakers, and the televisions begin to display motorcycles, beer, cigars, and finally...

Eric Emerson: Psycho Sandra!

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 whatever foreign object she's brought 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.

McDaniel: And here we have half the team of Psycho-X. Project-X and Psycho Sandra are arguably the odds on favorites, considering the experience as a team they have over Nightmare and El Rey.

Eric Emerson: And lastly, her partner,

The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of red strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Parts Unknown,

"Hysteria" by Muse hits the PA system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the outline of Project X can be made as he strolls out onto the ramp.

Eric Emerson: PROJECT-X!

PX looks out at the crowd, then down at the ring. His eyes seem fixated on one spot in the ring; which happens to be where Sandra stands. PX takes a second to adjust the top of his jump suit, before turning towards the way he came out. PX starts taking steps back, as he holds up his arms like he’s motioning for something to come out.

Rentfro: Oh this should be good.

The ramp way shakes a little. Suddenly, a loud, high pitched beeping can be heard.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

The curtain to the back starts moving as a huge 18 wheeler comes backing up onto the stage. Sandra looks confused, as El Rey and Nightmare are hanging back in their corner, casually discussing what’s going on as they look up the ramp.

McDaniel: What the hell could he be doing?

PX finally holds up his hands to get the driver to stop when the back of the trailer is on the ramp, facing down towards the ramp. PX finally turns back towards the ring, before reaching into the top of his jumpsuit. He pulls out a mic, and begins to speak.

PX: Well Sandra, we're finally here on the big stage fighting for the titles on the second biggest Pay-Per-View of the year! This has been quite the journey that the two of us have been on and tonight I know that we are going to continue it by claiming the tag titles over those two cum stains across the ring. I know that when the match is over, Chamelion is probably going to come out here and quickly escort you away from me, so I find myself with this small window of opportunity right now to express how much having you as a partner has meant to me.

PX points to the truck.

PX: Now, I know you're wondering what the Hell is in the truck. I have racked my brain over the last week about how I can properly demonstrate what I'm feeling at the moment and well... Sandra, baby... this is for you!

PX tosses the mic aside, and it makes a thud as it lands. PX then walks back to the truck, and heaves the back door open. Out comes running a dozen midgets with boxes of chocolate in one hand, and puppies in the other. The puppies have a few flowers attached to their collars.

PX stands by the ring. He looks up at Sandra smiling.

PX: What do you think?

Sandra leans over the top rope, shaking her head and looking none too happy.

Sandra: Are you out of your mind!?  I can’t have dogs! I'm allergic!

Nightmare and El Rey look at each other before they begin laughing hysterically. PX seems shocked. He screams once, and all the midgets stop. He points to the truck, and they all turn, with their heads down, and march back. PX stops one, and he gives the dog he was holding to another. This one little guy, walks over to the ring, and sits by the steel stairs. PX snaps his fingers once, and six tall men in suits now come out of the back of the truck. They are all holding violins, and make their way down to the ring. PX closes the back of the truck, and it begins to go back to the back. PX walks to the ring, and hops onto the apron. He looks down at the men, and snaps again, and they begin playing romantic music. Sandra rolls her eyes, and about at that moment Chamelion walks onto the stage and begins to make his way down.  PX sees him, smirks and motions the players to continue.  Nightmare and El Rey finally stop laughing, and ask the ref to get this match started. The ref is in Psycho-X’s corner, and tells them one needs in the ring. PX gets in, and in the opposite corner, El Rey steps in.

DING! DING! DING!

PX charges at El Rey, and El Rey reacts quickly. He jumps onto the second rope next to him, and springs off it, attempting a dropkick to PX’s face. PX side steps though, and manages to punch up into El Rey’s face. El Rey flips in the air, and lands on his back. PX quickly drops an elbow across El Rey, before standing, and putting his boot on El Rey’s face. Nightmare quickly jumps onto the second rope, and leans over. He grabs PX by the mask, and pulls him backwards and off El Rey. PX turns and decks Nightmare with a forearm. Nightmare bounces, holding the top rope, and attempts to get in. The ref runs over, and stands in front of him; blocking his way into the ring. PX bends to pick up El Rey, but El Rey grabs his head, and slams it into the mat before rolling PX in for a small package.

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2


3!…


4

The ref isn’t looking. He’s still busy with Nightmare. The fans are booing like crazy. Nightmare finally gets out, and the ref gets down. But, at this point, PX kicks before the ref even counts one. And PX’s own actions just inadvertently saved his ass there. El Rey springs up as PX sits up. El Rey runs in a half circle, before nailing PX in the back with a dropkick. The force is enough to plow PX’s face into the mat. PX springs back up, and you can imagine he doesn’t look happy. El Rey darts to the neutral corner, and jumps to the top. He stands and claps, trying to get the fans behind him. PX takes a second to collect himself, then lumbers to his feet. He turns, and El Rey goes for a standing swaton. PX takes a step back, and brings up his foot. Rey’s chin connects with the flat side of PX’s boot, and his neck twists in a nasty way.

Rentfro: Oh, and El Rey lands in a heap.

PX covers.

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2


Nightmare breaks it up.

PX stands to fight Nightmare, but Nightmare has a slight advantage.

McDaniel: Where is Sandra in all this?

We look in Psycho-X’s corner to see Sandra sitting on the apron, teaching the guys playing violin to play the Rampage theme by Blood Corps. She’s bobbing her head back as forth as she conducts the guys.  Chamelion is leaning against the apron next to her, arms folded, watching with a somewhat stunned look at the whole fiasco.

Rentfro: Wow…that’s a new one.

The ref finally gets in between the two men, and sends Nightmare out of the ring. PX looks down at the recovering El Rey, and kicks him in the ribs once; flipping him onto his back. PX walks over to his corner, and gets Sandra’s attention. He then gets her to tag. Sandra gets in as PX gets out, who winks at Chamelion who gives him an odd “Hmm, oh you’re here look’ while Sandra walks to El Rey. She bends and picks him up, and El Rey grabs her and plants her with a DDT. The fans give a mix of cheers and boos. El Rey seems to have finally caught his breath as he turns to go to his corner. However, Sandra grabs a hold of his leg and pulls. El Rey loses his footing, and Sandra gets back up as quick as she can. She swings for a hard clothesline, but El Rey ducks, and nails a drop toehold. Sandra hits hard, and El Rey rolls ontop of her. He hooks on an STF, and Sandra lets out a loud scream as he tweaks her neck. PX sees Sandra in trouble, and looks down at the men next to him. He snaps his fingers, and again their tune changes. As PX gets into the ring, the men with violins begin playing the “Friday the 13th” theme.

McDaniel: That’s appropriate.

Nightmare comes in, and meets PX. They begin duking it out as the ref tries to regain order. Nightmare throws a punch, and PX leans back to dodge. PX throws one, and Nightmare dodges to the side. Nightmare throws another one, but PX side steps, and pushes Nightmare. He stumbles a few inches, and it gives PX enough time to race over, and put Sandra’s free leg on the ropes. PX frantically gets the refs attention, and points it out. The ref turns his attention to telling to let go, but he doesn’t seem to understand why. With the momentary distraction, PX turns and sees Nightmare standing there. PX drills a switch kick into the crotch of Nightmare. Nightmare’s face doesn’t change, and he simply shakes his head back and forth. Nightmare pulls out a metal cup, and then after a second, drills PX in the side of the face with it. PX goes down to his knees. Nightmare turns and walks to El Rey. He says something that lets him know to let go of Sandra, and El Rey does. The ref wants Nightmare out, and he does. PX shakes his head to get the cobwebs loose, then begrudgingly returns to his corner. With Sandra out of it for a moment, El Rey takes the opportunity to go to his corner and tag Nightmare. Nightmare gets in the ring, and lifts Sandra up. He swings her to the ropes, and when she comes back, Nightmare grabs her by the neck. He goes for a swinging neck breaker, but Sandra shoves him away, and when he turns back, nails a huge boot to the face.  

Eric Emerson: The ten minute tag session will end in thirty seconds.  

Rentfro: Soon it’s gonna be a free for all!  

Sandra quickly tries for the cover.  

1  

2  

Kick out!  

McDaniel: Nightmare is not going down that easily!  

Sandra bites her lip, turns and rushes over, slapping PX’s hand!  He steps in and she barks instructions for a quick double team!  Project X smiles warmly at the suggestion and the crowd gasps as he bends Sandra between his legs, where he turns and gives Chamelion a cocky grin.  He growls on the outside, and then PX lifts her up in the upwards position, her crotch now his face and PX actually inhales, holding the position far too long!  Sandra, noticing PX’s actions, gives an exasperated shout and drops her body back and flips PX over so he lands on Nightmare with a splash!  Sandra jumps to her feet and bounces off the ropes and drives her knee into the back of PX so he crushes down on Nightmare even more!  

Rentfro: I seem to think perhaps X is taking this a bit….too… far.  

Sandra backs up as PX stands, shaking his head and turns, his smile gone.  Sandra glares back, no longer interested in his bullshit and screams for him to pay attention to the match!  Project X steps up to Sandra, arguing that he is just being a good partner, with Chamelion outside tense to come in.  As they argue, Eric Emerson announces.  

Eric Emerson: The ten minute limit has expired, now all members can be in the ring at one time and are legal!  

As that announcement is made, Nightmare grabs PX from behind and rolls him up.  Sandra crosses her arms in defiance, not moving as the ref strikes the mat.  

1  

2  

3!  

McDaniel: WHOAH!!!  

Rentfro: PX just got snookered!  

Eric Emerson: Project X has been eliminated!!  

Slamming the mat viciously, Project X jumps up, and spins towards Sandra.  He gives her a WHY look,  as Nightmare rolls over and tags El Rey in.  As El Rey runs towards PX and Sandra, PX turns on a dime and hits a big boot, sending El Rey to his back!  He then spits and points as he gets out of the ring.  Sandra takes the advantage, scoops El Rey up and hits the Lobotomy.  

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2  

3!  

Rentfro: And now it’s even again!!  

McDaniel: Incredible!  

Eric Emerson: El Rey has been eliminated! It’s now down to one on one!

PX., on the outside, at least has the decency to clap for Sandra, but she turns towards Nightmare, who is back up and she motions him in. Nightmare nods, satisfied this is now a contest of skill, not deception.  Nightmare and Sandra lock up in the center of the ring, and quickly, Nightmare whips Sandra into the ropes and catches her with a high clothesline as she comes back. Chamelion looks on, worried as Nightmare goes for the cover.

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2

shoulder up.

Nightmare, frustrated, heads to the turnbuckle as the ref checks on Sandra. Chamelion gets on the apron to cut him off but the ref goes over to Chamelion to force him down. Nightmare thinks twice about where both Chamelion and PX are, on the outside and turns and heads back for Sandra. As he gets close, Sandra executes a swinging neck breaker but the move takes em both out!

Rentfro: What happens if they both get counted out!?

McDaniel: I don’t think I want to know.  Titles have been held up long enough as it is.

The ref reaches 8 before both combatants get to their feet. Nightmare tries a roundhouse kick but it is blocked. Sandra lays in the forearms and whips Nightmare into the ropes, catching him with a back elbow as he comes back. Sandra goes over to the top rope and climbs up as Nightmare gets to his feet. Sandra gets a cross body block from the top, and goes for the cover,

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2-

shoulder up!

Sandra picks Nightmare up by his hair, but Nightmare retaliates with a jawbreaker. Nightmare then tries a martial arts kick to the side but Sandra holds him there. Nightmare then catches Sandra with a stiff enziguri kick to the head. Nightmare stops for a moment to catch his breath, and then goes for the cover.

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2

2 AND A HALF!

Rentfro: Chamelion has got to be breathing a sigh of relief after that one.

McDaniel: So is Project X.  Nightmare is looking a bit frustrated at the moment. He needs to regain focus and not let Sandra get her second wind.

Nightmare bangs his fists on the mat and then picks Sandra up again. He rests her on his shoulder and signals for a running power slam, he starts running but Sandra fights out and pushes him chest first into the turnbuckle. Sandra then catches Nightmare as he staggers back with The Lobotomy.

Rentfro: Sandra hits the Lobotomy! It’s over!!

McDaniel: But both of them are tired and it looks like neither one can...wait a minute...what the

Chamelion is cheering on Sandra when from behind comes Project X. X starts beating down Chamelion and Chamelion tries to fight back. The ref goes over to try and break the two corner men up as Sandra covers Nightmare.

Crowd: 1

2

3!

McDaniel: HEY REF! TURN AROUND!

Sandra gets to her feet after what would have been a three count and starts to head towards Chamelion and X.  She’s yelling for them to stop, frustrated to all hell, and Nightmare, dizzy, rights himself and realizes this may be his best chance, he runs over and spins Sandra around and hits The Broken Arrow!  He covers, hooking Sandra’s leg and the ref sees it out of the corner of his eye.

1!

A crotch kick knocks PX back and Chamelion turns, beginning to dive into the ring!

2!

PX grabs Chamelion’s foot suddenly, ripping him back out!  He then tries to dive in.

3!

DING! DING! DING!

X, back in the ring, tackles Nightmare too late, and begins to fight with him, forgetting Chamelion for the moment.  Sandra, holding her head, looks around in confusion, when Chamelion eases her from the ring and ushers her to the back.  In the ring, El Rey returns and drives PX off, who is cussing angrily.

Eric Emerson: The winners of the match, and NEW PWA TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS; El Rey de Corazones and Nightmare!

Rentfro: I honestly can’t believe it!

McDaniel: Psycho-X broke down in the end.  PX couldn’t keep it business, and then got physical with Chamelion, allowing Nightmare to take advantage of Sandra’s distraction!

Rentfro: They had a good thing going, but it didn’t last.  Now, though, I bet you Chamelion is going to have more then words with Project X.  But what about Sandra? Her best chance to be a champion.. she was ignoring X the best she could… how will this affect her and Chamelion!?

McDaniel: Good question.  He kept out of it, till X attacked him, but Sandra didn’t see that, she saw them fighting.. and she knows Chamelion wasn’t happy with PX’s affections.. she may end up taking it out on him.

El Rey and Nightmare hoist their titles in celebration as Project X stomps up the ramp, his attention likely…elsewhere.  Perhaps as a joke at his expense, the violinists walk behind him, playing a swan song, and it cracks the crowd up. 

Rentfro: *laughing* you get what you pay for!

McDaniel: That was a hell of a ride for the tournament, with different outcomes expected then what we got.  El Rey and Nightmare have a lot of competition ahead of them, eager to dethrone the new champions.  But that’s not the end of tonight, as we have much more to come!

GRUDGE MATCH
Raizzor vs. Thunderwolf

Rentfro: Jon, I gotta say, this next match is one I thought I would never see, at least not in a sanctioned PPV!  

McDaniel: I share your sentiment.  The PWA was turned on its ear when Thunderwolf came back.  Everyone believed he had been retired due to a bad turnout at Night of Armageddon, and was no longer eligible to compete.  

Rentfro: Goes to show you the power of the Sommers Brothers if they can finagle a contract out of that.  Still, Since Thunderwolf’s return, he hasn’t been living up to his potential; rumors are circulating that his personal life has gotten in the way, and his focus for wrestling is pretty much shot.  

McDaniel: Perhaps that’s the case; but when he came into the UFT Tournament, he signed on to team with Raizzor… and they could have gone far… now, had Wolf lost the match via being pinned, I doubt Raizzor would have been too angry; for he’s a man who understands personal problems.  But Wolf walked out on him.  

Rentfro: And that’s just something you don’t do, not unless you are willing to pay the price, and that’s why this match has been signed.  Raizzor feels that if Thunderwolf really is past his prime, this is the match to end it all.   

McDaniel: But if Wolf is playing possum, then perhaps it will be his final shining moment.  I spoke with Raizzor backstage, and he says that a lot of his animosity has been dealt with, that he understands Wolf’s position more then Wolf may know.  What Raizzor said he was going to do was to try to have a real wrestling match with the man, and give them both the best props possible.

Rentfro: So, while this match began as a grudge match; it’s more about respect and sportsmanship? Damn!  I wanted blood!  

McDaniel: Knowing these two, that’s bound to happen anyway; let’s get to the ring for the announcements.  

DING! DING! DING!  

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the Grudge Match!  

The fans erupt to their feet, straining to see the stage.  

Eric Emerson: Introducing first!  

(The sound of the mighty Atlantic crashing into one of the many shores of Bermuda purges through the sound system, and with that comes the sound of a single seagull... The lights begin melding into a beautiful aqua blue, and as most of the fans divert their attention to the screen above the scaffold to see what's going on, a simple drum tap and bassline begin to kick into gear - a number of fans from this promotion, or at least some of them, and especially those of the now defunct AOWF community, should all ready know what to expect....)

("Now or Never". Dope. The fans that get it are automatically launching out fanfare, and while it's meshed in-between a number of cheer's, but mostly boo's for tonight's match up, it comes across loud and clear in what could be described as at least somewhat of a massive cult roar, especially from those faithfuls....)

### What'd you go and do that for? ###
### I see the way you're Looking at me... ###
### ...And I don't know why ###

### I don't know and I'm not sure... ###
### ...Have you lost your way? ###
### ...Did You Lose Your Mind?
###

### ...Are You Out of Time? ###

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at 194lbs!

(The last note of the aforementioned song seems to catch, right on the 30 second mark as aqua-toned fountains of sulfur pour down from the scaffold - which in turn cues a dimly lit spot light on the entry way as former AOWF alumni, Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser strolls out from the back, with ironically no out-dated, retired gold lining the former's waist. He finally got the memo. Nonetheless the screen above begins ticking off various moments from Wolf's career as the camera gets a close up on the video, but doesn't last for long as the camera tilts back down to catch Wolf passing under the sulfuric storm from the scaffold.)

### You say goodbye... ###
### Like everything's all right. ###

### You say goodbye.... ###
### Like everything's all right... ###

Eric Emerson: I give you, the Legend; THUNDERWOLF!

(Thunderwolf's attire consists of camel colored cargos, an open, short sleeve, button down cotton shirt(cadet blue in color), black and blue K-Swiss classics (laced up in blue), and a pair of super thin, black, finger tip gloves. He adjusts his color before walking to the center of the entry way.)

### If we go on it's now or never ###
### If we go on... ###

(Thunderwolf heads for the ring.)

### If we go on it's now or never ###
### If we go on... ###

(Upon reaching the main floor, and instead of diving in immediately, he instead decides to circle the ring, and finally hop up onto the apron after grabbing the bottom on the opposite side from where he started. Dustin then leapfrogs the ropes and does a couple of hops from toe to toe to keep the blood flowing. He backs up into his neutral corner and awaits the opening bell...)

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

Eric Emerson: And his opponent….

Three quick drum beats pick up and then a GONG! Echoes, preceding the voice of Raizzor saying…..’Dead Man Walking!’….and the arena lights die down as a red eerie glow illuminates the arena. The lyrics pick up as the stage begins to cloud over with a mist and a shadowy shape takes form within the growing fog.

##You've done it now
You've gone and made a big mistake
and I can't allow, you to think you can just walk away
so turn around, and face the piper you're gonna pay
'cause the end is now
this is gonna be your judgment day##

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at 285lbs........he hails from Las Vegas Nevada..........

The music and lyrics continue to illustrate the tension that permeates the entire arena... and the shadowed figure begins to move forward, breaking out of the mist to reveal the Soul-Taker.

##You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
there's no forgiveness this time
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay

It's my business, your mind
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm burning these ones to the ground
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm gonna Bring you down##


Eric Emerson: Known as the Original Franchise of the PWA.....the Soul-Taker..........RAIZZOR!!!!!!!!

Moving with a slow dedicated purpose, Raizzor stalks to the ring. He comes to the steps, where he stops and shrugs off his leather duster, letting it fall to the floor around his feet. Raizzor steps into the ring.

##No more chances,
No more excuses, no lies
your stories ending, time to say your goodbyes
nice guys, it's said they always finish last
but bad-asses, are always kicking asshole's ass##

asshole,
kick it

With his chest rising and falling slowly, Raizzor moves around the ring with slow steady steps, never taking his eyes off of Thunderwolf.

##You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
there's no forgiveness this time
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
It's my business, your mind
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm burning these ones to the ground
You're gonna Pay, You're Gonna Pay
I'm gonna Bring you down##

Finally, he enters the ring and prepares for the contest at hand.

Rentfro: Raizzor looks to be in the best shape of his life. 

McDaniel: They continue to mock him, but when it’s time to step up, he usually does, and he always prepares 100% for it!  Project X, Elimination Chamber, you name it, this man has been against the best!  Tonight though, he has to rise above the best, and face Thunderwolf, one last time!

Rentfro: You can have all the championship matches you want, but put these two in the ring, and it’s The Main Event!

DING! DING! DING!

As the bell rings, Wolf and Raizzor step into the center of the ring.  They stare at each other, with Wolf speaking something no one can hear but Raizzor. In response, the Soul-Taker just listens, his fists clenching and unclenching. This continues for a full minute, as Wolf grins as if he has no care in the world about being in this match.

McDaniel: Seems Wolf doesn’t feel too threatened by this encounter.

Rentfro: He should be, whether or not he cares, he still has to fight Raizzor, and the Soul-Taker has every intention of taking this match to the limit!

Finally, the two men back off and begin to circle each other looking for an opening.  They lock up and each try to take control.  Raizzor pushes, and sends Wolf falling backwards.  Wolf is quickly back to his feet and both men circle again before locking up a second time.  This time, Wolf returns the favor and sends Raizzor stumbling back into the ropes.

Rentfro: A test of strength by both men finds them pretty much equal during the opening moments!

Raizzor nods and again they circle each other.  On the third lock up, Raizzor takes control and puts Wolf in an arm bar.  Wolf however, reverses the arm bar and then strikes Raizzor on the back of the head.  Raizzor drops to his knees, and flips forward, taking Wolf down with an arm drag.  Raizzor then elbows Wolf in the chest and quickly gets his feet under him.  He stands back, his eyes cold and calculating as Wolf pulls himself up.

McDaniel: Raizzor backed off, giving Wolf time to recoup.  Not the wisest move a wrestler can make.

Wolf checks himself, and they lock up a fourth time.  This time, Wolf puts Raizzor in a headlock, but Raizzor pushes him off into the ropes.  As Wolf comes back, Raizzor side steps Wolf and drops to the mat and as Wolf comes back, Raizzor extends his legs and sends Wolf flying over him to the canvas.  Raizzor jumps up as Wolf does, and goes for a clothesline that Wolf ducks.  Raizzor stops, turns and gets a kick to the midsection, and then DDT’d to the canvas.  Wolf stands, backs up to the turnbuckle and leans on it.. Raizzor shakes his head as he stands back up.

Rentfro: Now Thunderwolf gave Raizzor some room… very strange.

Raizzor rubs his head, and the two men go at it a fifth time.  This time, Wolf knees Raizzor in the stomach and as he bends over, Thunderwolf drives a double-axe handle between his shoulder blades and drives Raizzor down to his knees. Then Wolf hits a swift kick to the kidneys and flips Raizzor over.

McDaniel: The sportsmanship is over.. let the war begin!!

Thunderwolf tries for an elbow drop, but Raizzor rolls away and crawls back to his feet. He glares at Wolf, but moves forward to lock up again!

Rentfro: Raizzor is determined to win this by wrestling it seems!

McDaniel: He said he was gonna go for a sporting edge, and he apparently means it.

Raizzor and Wolf lock up in the center of the ring, and Raizzor takes advantage with a headlock on Wolf.  Raizzor squeezes with his arms, tightening the grip.  Thunderwolf shoves Raizzor away into the ropes and Raizzor comes off of them, ducking a clothesline from Wolf.  Off the other ropes, Raizzor returns and shoulder blocks Wolf to the mat.  Thunderwolf rolls to his feet and gets scoop slammed by Raizzor.  Raizzor goes to pick up Wolf, but he kicks Raizzor in the face and nips back up.  Wolf then hits Raizzor with three hard punches before sending him to the mat with a drop kick!

McDaniel: Great see-saw action between these two!!

Raizzor pulls himself up, but Wolf is on him, kicking his leg out from under him.  Raizzor falls back to his knees, but leans forward, grabbing Wolf and giving him a Samoan like drop over his back to the mat.  Raizzor then scoots behind Wolf, lifts him up and applies a sit down sleeper hold.  Wolf struggles, and reaches out, grabbing the ropes!

Rentfro: Good thing the ropes were there!!!

Raizzor releases the hold and climbs to his feet with Wolf slow to follow.  Raizzor moves in, but Wolf elbows him in the stomach, backing Raizzor back.  Wolf then attempts to DDT Raizzor, but Raizzor grabs Wolf, spins and throws him off to the center of the ring.  Wolf stumbles up, and Raizzor runs and bulldogs him to the canvas.  Raizzor then climbs to the top rope and flies, connecting with an elbow to the back of Wolf's head.  Raizzor rolls Wolf over and covers him!

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!!!

 McDaniel: THAT was close!!!

Wolf wearily gets to his feet but Raizzor is quick to send a kick at Wolf.  Wolf grabs the leg and flips Raizzor over.  As Raizzor crashes to the mat, Wolf grabs his other leg and flips over, sitting down on Raizzor's chest while holding his legs under his arms. The ref goes for the count..

One..

Two…

Th/Kick out!

 McDaniel: Nice pin attempt by Wolf!

Back on their feet, both men slug it out violently, but Wolf ducks Raizzor, spins around behind him and hooks his arms around Raizzor's waist.  Wolf lifts up hard and sends Raizzor over and to the mat in a bridge pin! The ref counts.

ONE…

TWO…

Raizzor gets his arm up, and rolls both men over.!

 Rentfro: Whoah, Wolf is really taking it to Raizzor!

Wolf picks Raizzor up and whips Raizzor to the ropes, but Raizzor reverses the whip, sending Wolf to the ropes.. Wolf holds the ropes and stops and Raizzor misses the Yakuza kick he was going for. Wolf, with Raizzor spun by the kick and his back facing Wolf, grabs him and goes another backdrop type move. Raizzor flips back off his shoulder, grabs the ropes and lands on the apron. Wolf isn't sure what happened and looks around, confused, but with his back toward Raizzor on the apron. Raizzor springs off the top rope just as Wolf turns and catches him a massive flipping neck breaker. He makes the cover...

ONE…

TWO…

Kick out!!!

 McDaniel: What a move by the Soul-Taker! He flew as if he was a luchador there!

Rentfro: He’s doing things I don’t think he’s ever tried before, to get the advantage!

Raizzor picks him up and whips him into the ropes and catches him in a spine buster slam and goes for the pin again...

ONE…

TWO..

Thre/kick out!!!

 Rentfro: Raizzor nearly put Wolf away with that one!!!!

Raizzor picks him up and whips him into the corner, and follows up with a body splash. He chops Wolf once.

**CHOP!**

The audience "WOOO!"s. Another chop-- another "WOOO!". Wolf suddenly grabs him and throws him into the corner. Wolf shoulder blocks him in the corner a few times, then backs up and lets him drop the mat. Wolf then goes to the turnbuckle and makes the climb. As Raizzor gets up, he stumbles into the ropes, causing Wolf to fall and crotch himself. Raizzor sets him up for a top-rope Frankenstein. The count...

ONE…

TWO…

THREE/Kick out!!!

 McDaniel: Did he get him?? DID HE??

 Rentfro: NO! The ref is holding up TWO.. Oh, man, how close is that??

Raizzor can’t believe it, but knows better then to argue with the ref, and turns his attention back to Wolf.  Raizzor picks up Wolf and whips Wolf into the ropes and goes for a Shoulder-block, but Wolf slides between his legs. He grabs Raizzor's legs and sweeps him onto his face. Wolf locks him in a bow-and-arrow. Raizzor grabs the ropes right away and Wolf releases him. As Raizzor is rising Wolf stomps him a few times. Wolf grabs his chin and throws on a camel clutch. Wolf stands up, pulling Raizzor up with him and turning the camel clutch into a cobra clutch. Wolf sets up a full nelson, and tries to wrench Raizzor’s neck!! Raizzor, realizing what's happening, grabs his head and does a kind of front neck breaker. Wolf falls, but recovers fast. As Raizzor makes a break for the turnbuckle Wolf follows. Raizzor jumps onto the second rope, jumps off and turns in midair. He catches Wolf in a reverse bulldog. He goes for the pin!

ONE….

TWO….

Kick out!

Raizzor then drags Wolf to the corner and sets him up in the corner and turns him around. Raizzor sets him up to do a German suplex off the top. Wolf grabs his head and does a really strong-looking snap mare, causing Raizzor to flip over his shoulder and land with his feet just barely on the apron.

 Rentfro: Wolf won't go down!! He's taking the fight to Raizzor!!

Wolf still has his head in an inverted front headlock. Wolf sets up and executes an inverted swinging DDT!!! The audience is going wild. Again, Wolf picks Raizzor up and  knees him in the stomach, lifts him up and head butts him. The ref immediately gets in his face and starts yelling at him, but Wolf pushes him back. Raizzor, meanwhile, staggers back bleeding above his eyebrow, in the same spot of his tattooed scar. Wolf tries to grab him but Raizzor rams a right hand into his stomach. Raizzor starts tenderizing his stomach with punches. Raizzor grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Wolf comes back and tries to shoulder block him, but Raizzor drops and drop-toe holds him. Raizzor sits on Wolf's back and grabs him a camel clutch. Wolf is waving his arms trying to the ropes. He seems to pass out after almost a minute. The ref checks his arm. One. Raizzor looses the hold a bit. He checks again. Two. Raizzor doesn’t let go but Wolf suddenly jumps up and falls backs, crushing Raizzor. Wolf stays on him and goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Kick out!!!

 Rentfro: Strong offensive by Wolf, he's got Raizzor reeling!

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

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!!!

McDaniel: The Raizzor dominated that segment, and Wolf looks to be in great agony!

Raizzor picks Wolf up but Wolf jumps up and throws his arms back. Wolf starts throwing right hands into his face. After 2 or 3 punches Raizzor blocks one and throws a punch back at him. Wolf punches him back and Raizzor counters with the same again. After a few more rounds, Raizzor goes for a punch and Wolf blocks, and punches him low in his abs. Raizzor buckles and Wolf clobbers him, flooring the larger man. Wolf then picks up Raizzor and without warning, connects with The Cry of the Wolf!. Wolf goes for the pin

ONE…

TWO…

THREE/NO!!!

Rentfro: He KICKED OUT!! RAIZZOR KICKED OUT!!

Wolf sits there, stunned, as Raizzor rolls away and drops to the floor outside, nearly out.  The crowd is explosive and Wolf simply can’t believe it.

McDaniel: It almost looks like Wolf is in another world.. he’s dazed.. he’s looking at the ref like he’s from another planet.  But the ref is showing him two.. Raizzor did kick out.

Rentfro: Wolf stands, shaking his head in shock, and walks slowly over to the ropes!

Wolf reaches the ropes and looks down.  Just then, Raizzor pops up and grabs his legs, pulling Wolf outside the ring.  Raizzor drives his forearm into Wolf’s chin and then whips him into the guard rails!

McDaniel: MAN! It’s almost like it’s a second Raizzor!! Where’d he get this energy???

 Raizzor reaches Wolf just as he gets back to his feet and they throw fists at each other.  They brawl around the ring and Wolf slams Raizzor into the steel steps.  Wolf then pulls out a table from under the ring and sets it up.  Wolf grabs Raizzor and body slams him onto the table. Wolf jumps onto the ring apron, up the turnbuckles and comes off the top with a leg-drop on Raizzor! The table shatters and both men lay there exhausted. 

Rentfro:  That should be a DQ!!!!

McDaniel: I think the ref understands this match has to have an ending! I think we’ve just arrived at a hardcore match, unofficially!!

Raizzor struggles with all his might and crawls back into the ring.  Wolf follows him, and manages to get to his feet first.  Raizzor stumbles to his feet just as Wolf kicks him in the groin. Wolf slides out, grabs a steel chair from ringside and returns to the ring quickly.  The glare in his eyes says he does not like the way things are going, and he means to end it his way, right away! He grabs Raizzor's hair and stands him up. Wolf winds up and smashes him in the head with the chair. Raizzor shakes his head and gives Wolf the finger. Wolf hits him again and again he eats it. Wolf, pissed now, hits him so hard that the seat of the chair pops out and flies off and the chair frame hangs around his neck. Raizzor starts bleeding now and falls back against the ropes. Wolf pulls the frame off of Raizzor, who looks delirious, Wolf locks him in a headlock, and then turns it into a sleeper hold!

McDaniel: After the chair shots, this could do it for the Soul-Taker!

Raizzor, possibly panicking, turns his body and quickly grabs Wolf, picks him up and throws him over the top rope to the floor outside. Shaking his head to clear his senses,  Raizzor slides through, but Wolf kicks him in the face, taking him down hard. Raizzor gets up and Wolf tackles him lifts him up and rams him into the ring. Wolf whips him but Raizzor reverses it and Wolf hits the guardrail. He gets up and Raizzor clotheslines him into the audience. Raizzor tries to reach over, but Wolf punches him in the throat.  Raizzor stumbles back into the ring.  Wolf follows but somehow Raizzor is ready, Raizzor runs at him for a spear but Wolf ducks and Raizzor goes over him and through the ropes, again to the outside. Wolf runs across the ring, goes into the ropes, comes back and baseball slides him from under the ropes. Raizzor staggers back and Wolf slingshot body blocks him over the ropes to the outside. Wolf lifts Raizzor up and tries to bash his face on the guard rail but Raizzor grabs the rail, then bashes Wolf's face into it. As he staggers back Raizzor kicks Wolf in the stomach and he buckles over. Raizzor suplexes him onto the guardrail. Wolf's back arches and he falls onto his shoulders in the ringside. Wolf slowly recovers as Raizzor picks him up and throws him into the ring.  Raizzor then pulls Wolf up be the hair and  whips him into the ropes and, on the way back, catches him in a belly-to-belly suplex. Raizzor goes for the pin.

ONE….

TWO….

TH/Kick out!!!

Rentfro: Wolf just won't stay down, he's really tough!

Raizzor picks him up but Wolf elbows him in the stomach. As Raizzor buckles over Wolf lifts him up and sidewalk slams him. He holds his leg and locks him in an ankle hold. Raizzor flails his arms around trying to get a rope but he can't. He kicks Wolf in the face, suddenly, dropping him to the mat. Raizzor picks him up and sets him up for a Russian leg-sweep. Wolf elbows him in the side, turns around and takes Raizzor down with a reverse Russian leg-sweep of his own. Raizzor is up on his knees in a flash holding his face. Wolf gets in front of Raizzor and starts hammering his face into the canvas!. Raizzor falls onto his back. Wolf runs into the corner and climbs up top. He goes a frog splash, but Raizzor gets his knees up and Wolf bounces off him, holding his stomach. Raizzor gets up and picks Wolf up. He whips Wolf into the corner. Raizzor runs up in front of him and sets him up on top. Raizzor heaves him down for a massive superplex. Wolf rolls away, but Raizzor grabs him and lifts him up.  Another whip to the ropes, but Wolf reverses the move, and drop kicks Raizzor back outside!  Wolf follows and grabs for Raizzor, who elbows Wolf in the groin!  Both men begin to fight up the ramp!  Wolf drop kicks Raizzor and turns, stumbling to the top of the ramp.  Raizzor quickly climbs to his feet and follows.

McDaniel: These two won't give up!  Now they're heading up the ramp! Where will this end?

At the top of the ramp, both men exchange hard punches, and Raizzor seems to get the advantage.  Raizzor punches hard, and Wolf teeters on the edge of the ramp!  Raizzor then charges to shoulder block Wolf off, but Wolf kneels and back body drops Raizzor over the side and ten feet down into the catering area!  Food erupts in an explosion as Raizzor hits the table, breaking it and falling nearly unconscious to the floor. Chants of HOLY SHIT erupt in the arena and Wolf stands at the top of the ramp, hardly able to believe what he just did.

Rentfro: Security is down there.. so are medics.. they’re all surrounding the table, trying to get Raizzor out of there..

McDaniel: Is this it?? Is the match over?? What’s going on?

The medics seem to cover Raizzor and we can’t make out a thing.  Wolf staggers back to the ring and crawls inside.  He’s unsure what’s going on as well

Rentfro: OH MY..  I Don’t believe it!!

McDaniel: He’s crazy!!

Raizzor breaks through the crowd of medics and stumbles back to the ring holding his left arm.  He glares up at Wolf and defiantly climbs the steps and gets back in the ring.  The ref is over to him quickly, ensuring if he can continue and Raizzor viciously nods his head. Wolf looks stunned…

Rentfro: Raizzor isn’t going to let this end any other way then in the ring!!

Raizzor flips Wolf off, and it does the trick as Wolf moves in for the kill.  Raizzor suddenly kneels down and drives an elbow into Wolf's stomach.  Wolf backs away in pain and Raizzor presses the attack, attempting to clothesline him.  However, Wolf is able to  grab Raizzor and arm-drags him to the mat.  Wolf then applies a headlock from behind, wringing Raizzor' ears.

McDaniel:  I don’t see how Raizzor is gonna fair against Wolf now.

Raizzor bends forward a little, getting his legs under him.  Standing, Raizzor pushes back and crashes Wolf into the corner.  The impact makes Wolf let go and Raizzor stumbles forward.  Wolf is quick to recover and attacks, giving Raizzor a bulldog to the mat.  Wolf quickly rolls Raizzor over and goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

Kick out!!

Rentfro: Amazing strength still left in Raizzor!

As Raizzor tries to stand, Wolf grabs him and hooks Raizzor' arm over his head.  Grabbing his trunks, Wolf attempts to lift Raizzor up into a suplex, but Raizzor slips his leg in between Wolf's and blocks the move.  Wolf tries again, but then Raizzor grasps onto Wolfs trunks and lifts, taking his opponent over and crashing Wolf to the mat!

McDaniel: Good reversal by Raizzor!

Raizzor quickly stands, turning and drives his knee down into Wolf’s side a couple of times.  Now firmly in control, Raizzor picks up Wolf and whips him into the ropes.  As Wolf bounces off, Raizzor hits the Big Boot, and Wolf slides onto his back, dazed.  Raizzor then hefts Wolf up, grabs him by the throat and goes to choke slam him, but Wolf punches Raizzor right in the face.  Raizzor grabs his nose and backs up and Wolf takes four quick steps backwards.  Wolf charges, but at the last moment, Raizzor twists, grabs Wolf’s outstretched arm and takes him down with an arm bar, which Raizzor quickly turns into a "Crippler's Cross-Face!"

Rentfro: Smart move by Raizzor!!  Now he's got Wolf in a classic submission move!

Raizzor pulls hard on Wolf, trying to get him to submit.  Wolf struggles as hard as he can and finally reaches the ropes!  The ref orders Raizzor to let go, and Raizzor obeys.  Raizzor stands and backs off, cracking his neck, getting his bearings back in place.. Wolf  rubs his chin as he stands, eyeing Raizzor wearily!.  The two men then lock up in the center of the ring, each trying to get the advantage.  Wolf knees Raizzor in the gut, then as he bends in pain, Wolf hooks his hands under Raizzor and lifts him up into a Gut-Wrench power bomb!  Wolf then uses the ropes for momentum and hits a hard leg drop on Raizzor.  Wolf goes for another cover.

ONE…

TWO,..

THR/KICK OUT

McDaniel: There seems to be no quit to the Raizzor!!!

Back on his feet, Wolf picks up Raizzor and whips him into the ropes.  Raizzor comes off and ducks the clothesline attempt by Wolf.  Off the other ropes, Raizzor shoulder blocks Wolf to the mat.  Raizzor then goes to the ropes again, and Wolf flips to his stomach.  Raizzor runs over him tot he other side and Wolf stands up.  Raizzor moves in and Wolf hip tosses Raizzor.  But Raizzor flips completely, landing back on his feet.  He turns, but then gets hit by a drop kick by Wolf and flies through the ropes to the floor outside!

Rentfro: Looks like this match is expanding!!

Wolf slides outside and attacks Raizzor, ramming his head into the surrounding guard rail.  Raizzor elbows Wolf in return, backing him off.  Raizzor turns as Wolf attacks but Raizzor drop toe-holds him to the floor.  Raizzor tries to get back in the ring but Wolf drags him back out and the two men exchange hard punches.  Wolf hits Raizzor twice, backing him up.  Wolf then scoop slams Raizzor to the hard floor.  Wolf slides back into the ring.  Raizzor is back on his feet, crawling back into the ring.  Wolf is angry, he goes to grab Raizzor, who rolls out of his way and back to his feet.  Wolf turns and the two men attack, punching back and forth.  Wolf then tries for a hard left hand, but Raizzor catches him with an arm bar and spins around and takes him down with a hard DDT.  Wolf rolls to his hands and knees, and Raizzor crouches behind him.  He tenses and as Wolf stands and turns, Raizzor grabs him, hooks him up and delivers The Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!!  The crowd is on it’s feet and screams out with the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THRE/Shoulder up!

McDaniel: NO! Wolf got his shoulder up!!

Rentfro: But look at Raizzor, he’s not even blinking! He’s just grabbing Wolf!

Raizzor picks the nearly unconscious Wolf up, turns him over and again hits the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!  But instead of covering, he grabs Wolf, picks him up and turns him over for a third, regular Tombstone !  Raizzor then secures both legs, wrenches them up and over as far as he can and wraps his arm around the neck of Wolf and links his fingers together.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

McDaniel: RAIZZOR WINS!! RAIZZOR DEFEATS WOLF!

Rentfro: HOLY SHIT, I never thought it possible!  The Soul-Taker has bested the Legendary Wolf!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match……………RAIZZOR!

As “You’re Gonna Pay’ plays loudly among the cheering fans, Raizzor backs against the ropes, using them to hold him aloft.  From the back, Chamelion, Sandra and Jasmine all come to the ring, sliding in and embracing Raizzor.  Breathing heavily, Raizzor lets them help him to stand upright, and he looks across the ring to Thunderwolf.  Wolf, using the corner himself to stand up, looks back and the two men stare for a moment before each moves towards the center.

Rentfro: Uh oh.

Raizzor lifts a hand so that Chamelion doesn’t follow, and Wolf and Raizzor meet in the center, much like they did at the beginning of the match.  Both men are silent, the cocky grin from Wolf long gone.  Raizzor then extends his hand.  The crowd roars louder then ever.

McDaniel: Raizzor’s offering a hand shake!  What will Wolf do!?

Rentfro: This isn’t some cliffhanger serial, man!

Wolf stares at it…he looks at Raizzor almost as if he’s crazy.  But then, shaking his head, he grips Raizzor’s hand and they shake, once, before Wolf rips his hand away and slides out of the ring, walking slowly up the ramp with out looking back!  The rest of the family then comes in to celebrate with Raizzor one more time.

McDaniel: Wolf came back, and he put up a valiant effort!  Say what you want about the man, but he’s a qualified professional, and ego or not; has earned his status in the world of professional wrestling!

Rentfro: Yes he has!  This may be his forever last match, but I don’t think the end result justifies just what he has meant for the sport over all!

McDaniel: And Raizzor, knowing just what it takes to stand against him, put everything on the line and didn’t cut any corners; and it paid off. The Soul-Taker scores his first ever singles victory over Thunderwolf, and it’s a night I know he’ll never forget.

Rentfro: Yeah, yeah, I’ve given my fair share of props.  But this wasn’t for any gold!  We have a world title match next, man!  Let’s get to it!!

As the Sommers Family exits the ring and makes their way up stage, Eric Emerson enters the ring, ready to do the honors.

PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Mark McNasty (C) vs. Alex Wilkie vs. Matthew Engel

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a three-way elimination match. Introducing first, 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 fan base 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, Impulse, Gregory Price 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, Price, Impulse and Dead End make it to the ring. The MoA 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 apparel 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.

Eric Emerson: And one of his opponents, hailing from Seattle, Washington...

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...

Zack: Mic check!...1... 1...2...Come wit it now!!!

Bulls on parade explodes onto the speaker, with Tom Morrello wailing 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: Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds... 

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 rolls under the bottom rope, he hops up, and just grins to his opponents.

Eric Emerson: He is...GRADE A..ALEX! WIIIIIIILKIEEEEEEE!!!!

He turns around and hops up to the nearest turnbuckle, he brings his hands up in the Devil horn salute, then hops down, doing a quick neck stretch as his music fades away.

Eric Emerson: And the champion, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...

The lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by Cold begins to play.

Eric Emerson: Weighting in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds, and standing at six feet three inches...

Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow from the back.

Eric Emerson: ... he is "The Main Event" and PWA World Champion...

After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from the audience.

Eric Emerson: MARK MCNASTY!

He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp. He slaps hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left, then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes his way to his corner as the music fades.

DING DING DING!

Rentfro: All three men are ready to go... this is what we've been waiting for!

McDaniel: And McNasty starts things off with a wild punch that barely misses Matthew Engel!

Engel steps aside and catches Mark's arm. He puts Mark in a hammerlock, but immediately gets caught with an elbow by Wilkie. Engel stumbles back and dodges a kick from Wilkie. Engel returns with a sweep and takes Wilkie down. Mark hits a huge clothesline on Engel. Wilkie gets up and connects with a few punches on Mark. Wilkie shoves Mark into the corner and connects with a big corner splash. Engel is on his feet and catches Mark off the splash with a huge suplex!

Rentfro: A little unintentional teamwork there from Wilkie and Engel.

McDaniel: Keyword, unintentional. Wilkie unchambers lefts and rights on Engel and tosses him into the ropes...

Rentfro: SPINE BUSTER!

McDaniel: Wilkie covers!

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2..

Kick out!

Rentfro: Barely a two count as McNasty sits back for a moment.

Wilkie gets Engel to his feet and slams his face into the turnbuckle. Wilkie does it again, and again. Wilkie hits a huge hip toss on Engel. Wilkie springs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a big senton bomb. He connects. Wilkie covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: McNasty is just letting Wilkie and Engel fight! Talk about laziness, Jon. That's why I'm not a fan of elimination matches.

McDaniel: Perhaps Mark is letting Wilkie prove himself by letting him try to take out Engel.

Rentfro: Wilkie shouldn't fall for it, he'll be exhausted if he manages to put Engel down.

Wilkie gets up to his feet. He hits a big elbow drop on Engel. Wilkie goes into the ropes and springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault. Another cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Engel showing his well-known resiliency.

Rentfro: He needs to get a break! Wilkie's all over him!

Wilkie gets Engel up to his feet and slams him into the corner. McNasty finally moves and comes flying in with a roaring elbow and connects on Wilkie. McNasty locks up a rear waistlock and hits a big German suplex on Wilkie. McNasty is to his feet and unchambers lefts and rights on Engel. McNasty hits a big-time DDT on Engel and covers.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: Close call there! Wilkie and McNasty are wearing Engel down, they simply don't want him in the match!

McDaniel: It's tough to say. Engel was the first one to earn the third spot in this match, and then Wilkie comes out of left field to replace Shelley. It's hard to say which of these guys truly earned it, but they're proving it right here and now.

Rentfro: McNasty gets Engel up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. McNasty leans forward for a back drop, but Engel reverses with a huge knee to McNasty's face!

Engel hits a dropkick on McNasty, which takes him down. Wilkie locks up Engel from behind, but Engel slips out and nails a huge uppercut into Wilkie's gut. Engel follows that up with a few knee strikes and then rides Wilkie down to the mat with a big-time bulldog. McNasty is up to his feet and Engel senses him. Engel dodges a big right hook and hits a spinning heel kick on McNasty, who goes down.

McDaniel: And Engel finally mounts an offensive!

Rentfro: He's not done yet Jon! Engel climbs the top rope and comes off with a cannonball four-fifty splash on McNasty!

Engel covers.

1...

2...

Wilkie breaks it up.

Rentfro
: Oh come on! That's Grade A Bullshit!

McDaniel: Wilkie and Mark are still friends no matter what, and they clearly both hate Matthew Engel. That's a good call.

Engel gets to his feet and begins to exchange punches with Wilkie. Wilkie gets the upper hand and kicks Engel low. Engel doubles over, and Wilkie measures up him for a brain buster and connects. Mark is to his feet now and nods at Wilkie. They both ready themselves. Wilkie and Mark lock horns, and Mark gets out of it quick and uses his speed to land a kick low on Wilkie. Mark bulldozes over Wilkie with a clothesline. Mark gets Wilkie up and hits a belly-to-back suplex on Wilkie. He covers.

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2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: It's about time these two started fighting and stopped double-teaming Engel.

McDaniel: It's a three-way... there's going to be some double-teaming no matter what.

Rentfro: That's what she.. and McNasty comes flying off the top rope with a big-time elbow drop! CONNECTION!

Mark covers Wilkie.

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2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: Whoa! CLOSE call there!

Mark slams the mat in frustration. He gets to his feet, but he's immediately put in a million dollar dream chokehold by Matthew Engel. Engel locks it in perfectly, and McNasty drops to one knee. Engel tightens the grip more on Mark, and Mark falls to the mat. He's on the brink of passing out, and he's in the middle of the ring. Nothing can save him, except his friend.

Rentfro: Wilkie has the chance to let Mark get eliminated so he can be that much closer to winning the World Title!

McDaniel: Wilkie finally comes to, and sees Mark being choked out by Engel. Can he turn on his friend and leap a step closer to winning the World Title?

Mark is turning red, and the ref picks up his arm. It drops.

1!

The ref picks up his arm again... and it drops.

2!

The ref reaches for Mark's arm, but Wilkie decides he's had enough. He connects with a soccer kick to Engel's back. Engel doesn't let go.

Rentfro: Matt's not letting go! Pick up Mark's arm!

McDaniel: Wilkie is stomping the crap out of Engel but Engel isn't letting go!

Rentfro: The ref picks up Mark's arm again...

McDaniel: And Wilkie delivers a sharp kick to Engel's head! Finally Engel lets go!

The ref gets to his feet and calls off the count. Wilkie picks up Engel and throws him into the ropes. Wilkie hits a devastating tilt-a-whirl slam on Engel, and covers.

1...

2...

3!! - No, the ref said he kicked out!

Rentfro: WOW! That was so close Jon!

McDaniel: Wilkie can't believe it... he looks at the ref in shock.

Mark is finally coming to.. and catching his breath. He uses the ropes to get to his feet. He begins to stomp and punch Engel out of frustration. Wilkie sits back for a moment. Mark gets Engel to his feet and hits a huge piled river on him. Mark begins to stomp on Engel some more, and then he covers him.

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2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: They just can't put Engel down! This is unreal!

McDaniel: Engel is bleeding from the nose and mouth, and the MoA members on the outside look concerned...

Mark gets to his feet and spits on Engel. He looks over at Wilkie and tells him to bring it.

Rentfro: Here we go!

Mark and Wilkie exchange lefts and rights. Mark gets the upper hand and pounds on Wilkie some more. Mark whips Wilkie into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a big-time shoulder block. Mark lifts Wilkie onto the top turnbuckle and climbs to the middle rope. He puts Wilkie in a front face lock, and lifts him up into the air and down to the ring for a huge superplex. Mark covers.

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2...

Kick out!

McDaniel: SO CLOSE!

Mark gets to his feet and argues with the ref. Meanwhile, Engel grabs Mark from behind and slams his fist into Mark's back. Engel throws Mark through the ropes and Mark lands hard on the outside. Engel hopes to the top rope. He looks down at the fallen McNasty and it seems he wants to dive to outside and take Mark out.

Rentfro: Engel is gonna try a big move here on McNasty!

McDaniel: Wait! EUTHANASIA ON WILKIE!

Engel lands perfectly and holds for the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Alex Wilkie has been eliminated!

Engel gets to his feet and Mark slides into the ring. Wilkie rolls out of the ring, and injuredly makes his way backstage. Mark and Engel stand off in the ring.

Rentfro: And then there were two!

McDaniel: Clever...

Engel and McNasty exchange lefts and rights. Engel gets the advantage and sends McNasty into the ropes. Engel trips McNasty to the mat. Engel hops up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with an asai moonsault. He holds it for the cover.

1...

2...

3 -- No! Mark had his foot on the rope.

Rentfro: Mark got lucky with that bottom rope.

McDaniel: Sure he did, sure he did.

Engel gets Mark to his feet and holds Mark in a headlock. Engel climbs the turnbuckles with Mark in the headlock and hits a big Tornado DDT!

Rentfro: Good God! Mark's neck about snapped on that one!

McDaniel: Engel sure hit that move with authority.

Engel covers.

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2...

Kick out!

Rentfro: Close call there. Mark was a millisecond away from losing his World Title.

McDaniel: A millisecond? That's not much at all. You actually are able to gauge a millisecond?

Rentfro: My senses are impeccable, Jon.

Engel gets to his feet, a little frustrated. He goes into the ropes and tries for a splash, but Mark moves out of the way. Engel connects with nothing but mat. Mark is up to his feet and hits a big knee drop on Engel. As Engel is down and about to get back up, McNasty readies himself. As Engel gets to a knee, McNasty dashes forward, diving before slamming his forearm into the back of Engel's head.

McDaniel: LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT! McNasty might retain!

Mark drops for a cover.

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2...

KICK OUT!

Rentfro: Holy CRAP! Engel kicked out of the Lights Out! Amazing!

Engel gets dragged to his feet by a frustrated McNasty. Mark begins to pound on the back and head of Engel, and sends him into the ropes. There's a ruckus in the crowd, and a man hops the barricade. Engel comes back at McNasty. McNasty hits the mat and lets Engel go over him.

McDaniel: PROJECT X IS ON THE APRON!

Rentfro: He's got Engel by the throat!

Both: PROBE!

Project X slams Engel to the mat with the Probe. The MoA immediately rush in and PX goes right for McNasty. McNasty and PX duke it out while the MoA swarm them.

DING DING DING!

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

Rentfro: This isn't what Engel wanted!

McDaniel: I don't think either of them wanted this!

Eric Emerson: But due to the result of the match, the title cannot change hands on a disqualification and therefore... still your PWA World Champion... MARK MCNASTY!!!!

The result doesn't really phase anyone in the ring. Engel is still laid out, PX and McNasty are now fighting off the MoA - Cain, Impulse, and Dead End are all on the offensive and trying to get rid of Mark and PX. The crowd breaks out in uproar again as someone begins to make his way down to the ring in a hurry.

Rentfro: Alex Wilkie is back! He's come to help McNasty!

McDaniel: And President Chamelion is right behind him! Holy CRAP! It's a madhouse in the ring!

Chamelion immediately goes right after Project X and begins to cut him down with lefts and rights. Wilkie goes after any MoA member he can get a hold of. Engel manages to roll out of the ring, but he's bleeding from his mouth and the back of his head. He tries to get to a knee, but falls back down again. EMTs rush down the ramp way and assist Engel, while security follows behind to break up the huge fight in the ring.

Rentfro: Alex Wilkie is just clobbering those MoA members! Where was this during the match!?

McDaniel: Chamelion hits the Sweet Sound of Success on Project X!

Rentfro: But that doesn't cut him a break as Mark McNasty has got his hands on the President! DDT!

Mark plants Chamelion into the mat. Security is trying to break up the fight, but they're fighting a losing battle.

Rentfro: Fans, we've run out of time. We'll be back next week for more Rampage and Chaos, but I've gotta say this has been one of the better Summer Sizzlers I've seen in quite some time!

McDaniel: Thank you everyone, and good night!

Fighting continues in the ring, as Engel is being put on a stretcher and wheeled up the ramp way. Fade.

(C) PWA 2008