and gentlemen...welcome to WHO'S THE MAN!?
Now, before we get this show on the road, we've put together a video to
highlight some interesting things that have happened over the past two weeks to
lead up to this awesome night in Cleveland...
March 14th, 2008
cameras go backstage, not to a locker room as is traditional but to the garage
of the Gund Arena. Aside from a couple attendants the area is empty. The silence
is soon shattered by the growling roar of motorcycles as a trio of bikes pull
in. The motorcycles are as distinct as their riders, with one common trait
amongst them: an aura of raw power. Closing in upon the group we can determine
that these men are "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali and his
brothers-in-arms, Akira Uematsu and Jean-Michel "Dhamballa"
The bikes come to a stop and Nightmare glances around him with a grin.
Nightmare:"So this is the city where the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is located."
Akira snorts in derision.
Akira: "I won't be impressed by that until they induct Japanese artists. And that museum is the only thing this city has going for it."
Dhamballa: Do not be so harsh, Akira. At least they have punk rock artists. They do not have reggae."
Akira: "Yeah yeah whatever, man. At least your people are represented if not your music."
Dhamballa shrugs with a grin while Akira continues to grumble. Nightmare simply rolls his eyes at the exchange. The tail of his black duster brushes against the black finish of his Desperado Posse, its red pearl tribal patterning a testament to his heritage.
Nightmare: "Hey, at least Sommers agreed to my match for tonight. Originally I wouldn't even have been slated to be on this card, and I'm not about to miss my chance at being on television again finally."
Akira: "It's been years since you've fought in front of a camera, what with those other places being barred from television. Got any butterflies, man?"
Nightmare laughs with confidence, at ease as one should get before a fight.
Nightmare: "Not in the least. There are plenty of people here who should be nervous, however, especially with me officially adding my name to the list for the Rumble in the Bronx match. What a way to rocket to the top of this company."
Akira smirks at his friend's answer. Dhamballa simply shakes his head as the three men exit the garage and head into the arena proper.
Dhamballa: "Let us admit the truth, my friend. What you are truly forward to most is destroying this 'man' Methodcobra tonight and proving why you are not to be taken lightly."
Nightmare gives a simple slow nod in agreement.
Nightmare: "Very true, as well as the little party we have planned for Karasu... and perhaps a few others along the way. While everyone else is fretting over what the MoA will or will not do we will be raising Hell of our own."
The big man claps his friends on the shoulder with a laugh.
Dhamballa: "Then let us get this party started!"
The trio head down the hall and turn a corner, not to the dressing rooms but to the floor of the arena, while the camera returns to ringside.
Threat Street Fight
Helix vs. Scartic vs. Jacob Collins
vs. Goliath Tag Team Match
Matthew Engel & Kyle Stevenson vs. Doomsday & Deacon Frost
Duff Côte d'Ivoire vs. Riona Langly
Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one pin fall or submission, with both wrestlers making their debut in Pioneer Wrestling...
Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###
The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....
A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###
As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, bangs at the front hiding her face as she silohettes herself on the light.
Eric Emerson: Introducing first, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 142 pounds...
My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###
The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face. A huge pop occurs as a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out. She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers to switch back to blue.
The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###
Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little bounce.
My first cry neverending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###
Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd. The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.
Cut to backstage where we find Warren Engel walking towards the stage to await his entrance. However, he doesn't notice two bodies round a corner, until one of them stops in front of him.
Upon realization of who he's faced with, Warren stops dead in his tracks. He looks over both his shoulders to see if anyone's behind him --- there isn't... But even still he starts backing up slightly...
Vicious: "What's the matter, friend? You look pallid as a ghost."
From the left of Vicious, his running partner Dead End circles slightly around Warren and leans against the wall.
Dead End: "Relax man! We don't want you to get the wrong impression..."
Warren Engel: "I've got all the impression of you guys I'll ever need! What now, you want to mess me up as a message to my brother? I don't see any weapons... I promise I'll at least take one of you out..."
The two look at each briefly and smile behind their sunglasses. Their suits are much the same as they were the previous week - all black and custom-tailored. Vicious removes his shades to expose his stoic green eyes, but still manages a smile at Warren as he moves a bit closer.
Vicious: "Warren... Don't follow in your brother's misguided footsteps."
The line seems to catch Engel off guard, and he relaxes his stance just a bit.
Dead End: "Matthew Engel is spiraling out of control. It already cost Jamie Flynn... Are you going to let him drag you down as well?"
He gets pissed again, seemingly taking offense at the shots at his brother.
Warren Engel: "You guys forced him into that situation! Nothing would have happened to Jamie or my brother if it wasn't for you. But I wouldn't expect cowards like you to take any responsibility for it."
Knight rubs his temple with his forefinger, letting Dead field the response.
Dead End: "Open up your eyes, kid. Don't you think its time you ditched 'big brother's' shadow and started thinking for yourself? You're a champion, bro! A name among names! A rising star like you shouldn't be weighted down by a sinking ship like Virus."
Warren looks semi-confused, but still weary of his surroundings.
Warren Engel: "So what are you saying?"
Dead cracks a wide smile and shrugs.
Dead End: "To put it bluntly? That you'd be a perfect fit for the new Masters of Armageddon."
Warren scoffs and shakes his head, smiling as if the notion were ludicrous on its face.
Warren Engel: "Are you serious? You guys have some nerve... assaulting my brother and then asking me to join your ranks! I know your kind is capable of many things, but this is really something... Anyway, if you'll excuse me, the fans are expecting me to defend this right now."
He casually nods to the title belt draped over his shoulder. Without a response from the other two he starts moving, but as he passes Knight is given one more message.
Vicious: "You're wrong, you know. You, your brother... Most of this federation are too stuck in the past to view these three initials in their new light. A pity."
Warren turns back around, but Vicious and Dead have
already started their departure. He pauses briefly, but then continues on his
way as well.
Television Championship Match
ODDYSEY (C) vs. Riley Howlett
Emerson: The following match is
scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Television Championship!!!
crowd pops nicely, eager for a title match!
Emerson: Introducing first the
challenger, she hails from Vancouver, British Columbia; RILEY HOWLETT!!
opening drum beat of ‘Phenomena' by Yeah Yeah Yeahs cues up and Riley Howlett
makes her way to the stage. She walks down the ring taking no note of the fans.
She walks up the ring steps and enters the ring, not allowing the fans any view
of her behind. She enters the ring and stretches, as many of the men in the
audience are staring at her.
Eric Emerson: And her opponent....The lights dim as "Rumors Of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated" by Rise Against kicks up on the PA system. The guitar rocks throughout the arena and about twenty seconds in we finally have a voice to match the guitars and drums. Warren Engel appears from backstage, receiving a bigger ovation than usual due to his recent title capture. Well, some would disagree with that, but the crowd loved his match against Paytron Strader regardless. Most of the crowd is cheering for him, while the rest don't bother.
ODDYSEY has come a long way since his amazing debut a few weeks ago.
First he beats the veteran Sirus Moran, and just last week, after already facing
one contender, he gets into a match with Payton Strader and wins the PWA TV
ODDYSEY has come a long way since his amazing debut a few weeks ago. First he beats the veteran Sirus Moran, and just last week, after already facing one contender, he gets into a match with Payton Strader and wins the PWA TV title!
Win? TDR had him beat! The only reason he's the champ is because TDR
wanted him to be. Before this kid can celebrate anything, he has to start
wracking up some well earned victories!
Win? TDR had him beat! The only reason he's the champ is because TDR wanted him to be. Before this kid can celebrate anything, he has to start wracking up some well earned victories!
Warren has been in a couple of matches, he knows he’s still new to the game as
Riley is, so both of them are cautious with their first lock up.
Once they do, they break it off twice, unable to get a good grip. Riley
licks her lips and Warren blinks back, not letting her ‘charms’ sway him.
She says something to him and he shrugs back. Riley then pushes him to get his
attention, and he pushes her back, not interested in that attention.
Finally, she gets pissed and
throws him to the ropes.
Warren bounces off and she goes for a hip toss. Warren blocks, Riley
knees him, flips over and he goes for a clothesline, but she answers with an
arm-drag take down!
While the two of them are sort of new to the ring, Riley is showing a bit more
skill early on.
While the two of them are sort of new to the ring, Riley is showing a bit more skill early on.
If that kid's taking her lightly cause she's a chick, he's going to learn the
hard way you simply take NO one lightly in the PWA!
If that kid's taking her lightly cause she's a chick, he's going to learn the hard way you simply take NO one lightly in the PWA!
bounces up, and answers with his own arm-drag take down.
As Riley comes up, Warren pushes her into the corner. She comes in, but
Warren sidesteps her and hits a drop toe hold, sending her face first into the
middle turn buckle. Warren lifts her up and hits a knife edge across her chest.
Riley grabs Warren and turns him around so he’s against the ropes and connects
with a couple knife edge chops of her own.
then whips Warren across the ring to the other side, where his back hits hard.
She runs in, but Warren moves and Riley nearly connects with the corner.
Warren takes the chance and pulls on her lower tights and brings her into
a roll over package pin.
Nice counter move into a small package!
Nice counter move into a small package!
Counter move, he was feeling her ass up!! Damn, why couldn't I be in that
Counter move, he was feeling her ass up!! Damn, why couldn't I be in that ring now!?
hops up and takes Warren down with a drop kick. She grabs his legs and positions
him and sends him to the turnbuckle with a sunset flip!
However, Warren lands on the second set of ropes as Riley nips up.
She turns as Warren leaps off with an airborne drop kick!
He then covers Riley!
Both are showing some great skill, considering their status!
Both are showing some great skill, considering their status!
Either that, or they're both so lame they make each other look good!
Either that, or they're both so lame they make each other look good!
then whips her to the other side, but she reverses. Warren meets the corner, but
grabs the ropes and lifts himself up. Riley comes in, catches Warren’s legs,
and he pushes off and flips her over, sending her to the outside.
I wouldn't call that move lame at all! Warren is using every part of the ring
to keep himself ahead of Riley.
I wouldn't call that move lame at all! Warren is using every part of the ring to keep himself ahead of Riley.
It was a good move, I admit, but can he keep it up in the long run?
It was a good move, I admit, but can he keep it up in the long run?
motions her back in, and Riley cusses and slips in, wiping her hair from her
face. They lock
up but Riley immediately hits a knee lift, then a body slam and then a knee to
Quick retaliation by Riley! Good offense too!
Quick retaliation by Riley! Good offense too!
She has some skill, and that's why they're so equaled, they have SOME!
She has some skill, and that's why they're so equaled, they have SOME!
then scoops him up in a sitting position and applies a rear submission, sleeper
struggles and starts to fade, but then comes back with a burst of adrenaline. He
manages to get to his feet, hits an elbow to Riley’s chest and then bounces to
the ropes! Riley
goes for a clothesline, but Warren ducks it, comes off the other side and jumps.
Landing on her shoulders, Riley gets up close and personal with much more
then she bargained for, before Warren flips back and takes Riley down with a
Huge move by Warren to take Riley off her vertical stance!
Huge move by Warren to take Riley off her vertical stance!
Heh, you said huge, dude! Good timing!
Heh, you said huge, dude! Good timing!
stumbles up as Warren comes back for another attack, but she catches him and
spins him around into a titl-a-whirl backbreaker on her knee!
Riley then picks Warren up by the hair smacks his head into the corner
elbows her back, and spins her to the corner.
Warren hits a high knee lift, locks her up around the head and speeds her
from the corner with a running bulldog!
That should have been it! Riley doesn't want to give it up yet!
That should have been it! Riley doesn't want to give it up yet!
Ya know, this is starting to sound more and more perverted as we go!
Ya know, this is starting to sound more and more perverted as we go!
jumps up and moves around Riley, and locks on a standing scissors lock, before
falling to the canvas by her side.
Applying the pressure, Warren has Riley in his Renaissance '86 submission
hold and after fighting for almost a minute, Riley finally gives and taps out!
Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, and STILL PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION; Warren 'ODDYSEY' Engel!!!
McDaniel: She put up her best effort, but Warren's streak continues!
Rentfro: I guess she wasn't as devoted to making a mark in the PWA as I'd hoped. Ah well, the next match, if you can call it that, will be the first ever Octagon match in PWA history! I can't wait to see this!
MethodCobra vs. Nightmare
Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen...the Octagon match begins NOW! Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec...
The entrance begins when the camera is on the titantron and the debut of "Down" by Static X begins to play on the P.A system with some smoke that covers the stage. When the music begins to rumble we see MC arriving like Gangrel in a fog of smoke.
Eric Emerson: ...he stands six foot ten and weighs three hundred and ten pounds...
When MC is on the move to walk he does some taunts to the crowd. The same time the fireworks release from the stage. On the ramp he runs fast to the cage and gets inside. He raises his arms to the crowd.
Eric Emerson: ...he is METHODCOBRA!!!
MC begins to shadowbox inside the Octagon, waiting for his opponent.
The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway. 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 entrance explodes as spikes of red pyros fire into the air.
Eric Emerson: Hailing from the City of Angels, Los Angeles, California, he stands six feet nine inches tall and weighs in at 260 pounds. He is Jonathon Wehali...
As a shower of red pyros rains down upon the stage, Nightmare steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face. Keeping his eyes upon his opponent Nightmare makes his way to the Octagon.
Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!
Jon gets near the Octagon, and then climbs in. The door shuts behind him, but it isn't locked yet. Nightmare faces his opponent, his eyes never leaving his opponent. The song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the Sex Girls return to the back as Nightmare takes his corner to await the bell to begin the match.
McDaniel: That cage is impressive!
Both Nightmare and Methodcobra are loced inside of the Octagon as the bell rings to start the match.
DING DING DING!
McDaniel: I don't think in the history of the PWA have we ever had a match quite like this one!
Rentfro: Similar to the UFC structure but without the round breaks and it goes until we have a finish.
Nightmare rushes in and immediately goes for the double leg takedown but Methodcobra shows that he has been working on his takedown defense and blocks his advance, countering with a short hook to the jaw that Nightmare shrugs off.
McDaniel: Methodcobra has been doing his homework from the looks of things.
Rentfro: It's still Nightmare's match though and you'd have to make him the favourite here.
Methodcobra moves in with a flurry of punches but Nightmare blocks and steps out of range, coming back with a sharp kick into Methodcobra's knee. Methodcobra moves forward and receives another kick to the knee which halts his advance. He shrugs it off and tries again but his persistence works against him as he is rewarded with a kick to the head from Nightmare that sends him staggering back. Nightmare presses his advantage and rushes forward, throwing a right over the top but Methodcobra parries it and engages Nightmare in a clinch.
McDaniel: This match only comes to an end when we have a knockout or submission.
Rentfro: You're not going to get that by clinching.
Methodcobra tries to use the clinch to his advantage and wrestle Nightmare to the ground but Nightmare plants a solid base and resists his attempts. The ref steps in after a period of inaction and seperates the two fighters. On resuming the action, Nightmare delivers another kick to the knee of Methodcobra that makes him wince.
Rentfro: Too many of those and your knee will swell up like a balloon.
Methodcobra bursts forward and gets through with a jab on Nightmare, followed with a right hook. Nightmare staggers back and regains his bearings enough to kick out at the elbow of Methodcobra.
McDaniel: Nightmare seems to be employing a strategy of working the knee and elbow joints.
Rentfro: If you can't lift your arms, you can't defend yourself, simple as that.
Methodcobra charges forward and catches a roundhouse kick to the jaw that would knock out lesser men but Methodcobra surprises Nightmare by charging through it and tackling him to the ground.
McDaniel: Methodcobra gets the first takedown of the match!
Rentfro: Who would of thought it?
Methodcobra mounts Nightmare but Nightmare goes into full guard by wrapping his legs around Methodcobra's waist to prevent him getting a more dominant position. Instead, Methodcobra rains elbows down into the face of Nightmare, opening up a nasty gash on the side of his eye.
McDaniel: That's a nasty cut right there.
Rentfro: I don't believe this one can be stopped on cuts either.
Nightmare unwraps his legs and places them on Methodcobra's hips before he can move for the dominant position. Nightmare then moves Methodcobra's hips to push himself out from under his weight. He then yanks Methodcobra's arm forward and brings his legs up to lock around his neck.
McDaniel: Triangle choke! One of the most common and lethal finishers in the MMA world, first brought to world attention by Royce Gracie! This should be over right now!
Methodcobra's face turns purple and he looks on the verge of passing out but before the ref can call for the bell, Nightmare releases the hold and gets to his feet.
McDaniel: What the Hell is he doing!?
Rentfro: I think he is sending a message out to Karasu.
McDaniel: He should focus on the match at hand if you ask me.
Nightmare waits for Methocobra to recover and get back to his feet. Methodcobra is confused at a situation where he thought he had just lost the match with being on the verge of being choked out but he doesn't question things and charges at Nightmare but Nightmare catches Methodcobra and lifts him up for the Black Crush and nails it for the knockout win. The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Rentfro: How's that for focus?
Rentfro: The winner of the match by knockout, Nightmare!!!
Nightmare demands the cage to be unlocked and the tech guy does it. Nightmare celebrates outside the cage, while Methodcobra comes to. Nightmare goes up the ramp, and disappears backstage. Methodcobra soon follows, sad about his loss.
opens to the backstage changing room of Alex Wilkie, the door labeled “Grade
A” opens and Alex walks out, wearing one of his Signiture shirts and his
wrestling tights. Mark McNasty appears from the right.
Alex: Hey man, what’s up?
Mark McNasty: Nothing, I’m just getting ready for my match… I think its after yours…
Alex: Yeah I would imagine… Got your match Strategy down?
Mark McNasty: Yeah, how about you?
Alex: Well all I can say is that Karasu isn’t going to like my stipulations very much... and there is nothing no one can do about it…
He grinned and Mark took a sip of his water bottle in his hand.
Mark McNasty: Sounds Grade A…
They both chuckled and shake hands, going their separate ways.
GRIZZLY BEER TITLE MATCH
Wilkie © vs. Karasu
McDaniel: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back, next up on the card, we’ve got Alex Wilkie and Karasu going head to head in the Grizzly Beer title match of the night, of course, we all know that Wilkie gets to pick the Stipulations of the match…
Rentfro: But hell, Jon, we’ve barely got a clue as to what Alex has got in mind. It could be anything really!”
Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall… the match stipulation as yet to be named by the champion… first, The Challenger making his way to the ring first…
The lights cut abruptly, then rise again in a strobing purple and yellow fashion, bathing the arena in dappled shades of both aforementioned colors. A silhouette of a crow seems to fly from the rafters to the entranceway, which the cameras now focus on as a lone figure emerges from the curtain, walking slowly. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge the crowd, but rather spends his time preening his hair and pouting as if the cameras were there for a model shoot and not a wrestling match.
Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing, hailing from Stratton England, the New Visualist, Kara-suuuuuuuuu!
Karasu makes his way slowly up the ring steps, slipping between the second and third ropes, and checking his cap is intact on his head, then starts to make sure he looks right in the titantrons as his music fades, totally ignoring the referee who wants to check him before the contest begins.
McDaniel: As we’ve all seen in earlier weeks, Karasu has talents… but really fails to prove them in my opinion…
Rentfro: Plus the guy is a real loud mouth… Heh, I think he takes notes from me…
McDaniel: You only wish your fan-base was that big…
Emerson: …And the Champion…
The intro to the Rage song “Bulls on Parade” begins to sound throughout the arena. It plays and thumps over the speakers, and finally as the intro finishes, and the guitar begins to sound as if it’s on a scratch board, the stage bursts with red fireworks, from behind comes Alex Wilkie, sporting a shiny red leather vest, with the letters “A+” engraved in the back, his eyes are covered by a pair of black sunglasses, and his face covered by his golden grin. First, he stands in the middle of the stage, and then points out to a few fans with signs, starting his long walk down the ramp.
Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 250lbs, born in Cold Lake, Alberta Canada and now residing in Seattle, Washington, he is your Grizzly Beer Champion! “Grade A” ALEX! WIIIIIILKIEEEEE!”
He stands at the middle of the stage, drops down to his knees, and points one hand up to the sky and behind him, more red and white fireworks go off into the top of the arena, he then gets off his knees and continues to walk down to the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope, he hops back up and runs towards the nearest turn buckle, tossing his red leather vest into the crowd, then pointing to the lucky fan who caught it, the music begins to fade as he circles around the ring…
McDaniel: You know, I really want to wonder what is going through Alex’s head, I mean, he hasn’t named a stipulation for the match… and he hasn’t even spoke once to the PWA officials about any match ideas…”
Rentfro: “ive the guy a little credit, he’s a champion you know, he must be pretty busy with fans, and the ladies…”
McDaniel: I would really hate to think that Alex would be busy with Ladies when he already has one…”
Eric Emerson walks over to Alex, with a microphone in hand.
Eric Emerson: Alex, It’s now time for you to name the stipulation of the match…”
Alex looks at Eric, then to Karasu, he snatches the microphone out of Eric’s hand, and lifts it to his mouth.
Alex: Now, I bet you are all wondering… what it’s going to be… a stretcher match? A Chain on a pole match? Hell, an electrified ring rope match… but no, I’m going to be smart about this… Karasu, the match stipulations… for your Grizzly Beer title shots… No Submission moves are to be used through the entirety of the match…”
Karasu yells to the ref that he was being cheated, Alex simply flips Karasu the bird and immediately goes on the attack, striking Karasu with a hard right hand, then a hard left, and he manages to get three shots in before the ref calls for the match to start!
McDaniel: Well it seems that Alex seems to have Karasu beat before the match even begins!”
Rentfro: Not to mention, Karasu’s main arsenal is Submission moves! I hope he knows more to take one man down than just with an Arm Bar!”
Alex begins to strike Karasu while he is on the ground with hard Elbow strikes, the ref has to push Alex off and warn him for improper strikes. Alex backs up, grins, and slips in behind the ref just as Karasu was about to get up, he kicks Karasu right in the gut!
McDaniel: Obviously, Alex isn’t getting paid by the hour here… he’s wasting no time beating Karasu to a pulp!”
The ref pushes Alex back to a corner, and points at him and basically tearing him a new one, which gives Karasu time to get up, the ref backs off of Alex, but as soon as he did, Karasu surprised Alex in the corner with a hard Stinger Splash! Karasu backs up and as soon as Alex slumps forward, Karasu caught him in a hard DDT!
Rentfro: I think Karasu is using a bit of force to show what he really thinks of Alex Wilkie.”
McDaniel: Well, I would hope that both these men leave it all in the ring tonight.”
Karasu kicks Alex over and was about to Apply rough leg lock, but immediately stops as he remembered the stipulation; instead he just kicks Alex in the knees and poses to the crowd, he gives him another swift kick! He poses again to the crowd, but the ref was pushing him back again, having a hard time containing the illegal strikes, Karasu pushes the ref out of the way to get back at Alex, but as he went down to pick Alex up, Alex snaps up and rolls Karasu into a small package!
The Ref counts!
Foot on the ropes!
The Ref taps Alex that Karasu got his toes on the rope, and Alex let go of the Pin, Karasu rolls out of the ring, then rolls right back in, hopping up again to get face to face with Alex, however, Alex didn’t have the same Idea and he kicked Karasu right hard in the gut, going for a “Grade A Stunner!” but Karasu pushes him into the ropes, Alex came back and just nearly ducks under a clothesline! Alex comes back himself with a hard flying shoulder block!
McDaniel: Alex is getting fired up here, he is way over with the crowd!”
Rentfro: Doesn’t say Much
for Karasu, if Alex didn’t implement that no Submission holds stipulation,
Karasu would’ve had this match won already!”
McDaniel: Well, Rules are rules Brian, the champ can do whatever stipulation he wants.”
Alex hops up and quickly ran towards the rope, he jumps off the middle one, and tries to hit his “A+Ssault”, but as soon as he was mid-air, Karasu rolls out of the way, and Alex belly flopped off the canvas, Karasu quickly charges in for the attack and baseball slides Alex right in the gut, then himself, hits a hard standing Leg drop! He stands up, then hits another! He stands and cracks his neck, then his fingers, and picks Alex up, and tosses him into the turn buckle, Alex hits the corner with a thud, and Karasu follows quickly with a hard elbow to the face! Karasu grins and hits another elbow! Alex tries to snap out of his stupor, but his struck with a quick elbow, but this time he catches it before Karasu can retract, he spins around and throws Karasu into the corner that he was just in, for a moment, he holds him there, telling the crowd to quiet down…
McDaniel: Uh-oh, what has Alex got planned…”
He then winds up and open hand slaps Karasu across the chest, a loud crack echoes through the arena as the crowd goes “WOOOOOO!”, Another slap is follow and Karasu is holding his down red chest. Alex backs up, and just as a slap in to Karasu’s face, he turns around, slaps his own ass, yells “WOOO!” and runs back with a hard Elbow to the face!
McDaniel: Alex showing Karasu a little of what he thinks of him!”
Rentfro: How un-sportsmen like!”
McDaniel: Uh… No comment…”
Alex turns Karasu around and lifts him up onto the top turn buckle. Alex climbs up, and grabs a hold of Karasu’s waist, he wraps his leg around the top rope and lifts Karasu high into the air, hitting him with a hard Spider German Suplex! Alex picks himself up onto the top turnbuckle with just his legs, and turns around, going for a sky high moonsault! But again Karasu rolls just a bit out of the way! Karasu is already managing to pick himself up with the help of the ropes.
Rentfro: Looks like Karasu is a bit shaken by that Top-Rope German Suplex… Who wouldn’t be though.. did you see his neck snap back?”
Alex is laying on his stomach, taking a bit of a canvas nap. Karasu gets to his two feet and begins to walk over to Alex, the crowd is chanting “LETS GO ALEX-KA-RA-SU!- LETS GO ALEX-KA RA SU!” Alex begins to pick himself up, but Karasu has already grabbed a hold of his head, he picks Alex up and picks him high into the air, dropping him onto the canvas with a hard Falling Neck Breaker!”
McDaniel:“Well it looks like Karasu is paying Alex back for that German Suplex.”
Rentfro: An Eye for an Eye as I always say!”
Karasu goes back on the attack, Picking Alex up once again, giving him a hard right hand to the face then grabbing him and dropping him with an STO! Karasu goes for the pin, hooking both legs!
Alex gets his shoulder up, and the ref stops the count, Karasu shakes it off and grabs Alex by the hair, picking him up and tossing him into the ropes, As he comes back, Karasu grips him by the waist and tosses him over his head in a rough belly to belly suplex! After that Neck Breaker, Alex had turned into a slump rag doll! The crowd continues its chants, more geared towards Alex now “LETS GO ALEX!” Clap Clap Clap “LETS GO ALEX!”
Karasu stomps on Alex’s head and gets right down to his ear, smack talking him before getting up and stomping on him again, the ref pushes him off and tells him if he does it again, he’s out of the match.
McDaniel: Oh Come on now! There is no need for that!!”
Rentfro:“Relax, Girl pants. Those two are out there to win! I think Karasu can be let off with a bit of a warning on this one, considering he can’t use his submission moves.”
Alex begins to get up on his hands and knees, the crowd begin to cheer and chant even louder, Alex grabs the middle rope as he slowly picks himself up… but Karasu stops it immediately and kicks him hard right upside the head! Alex slumps over and rolls out of the ring. Holding his face and laying against the barricade. Karasu looks both left and right, then runs to the ropes behind him, bouncing off coming back, jumping over the top rope into a hard suicide dive! Alex just slightly lists off to the left and Karasu cracks his neck off the barricade!
McDaniel: OH MY GOD! Karasu just killed himself!”
Rentfro: It isn’t called a Suicide Dive for nothing! That move is deadly if you miss it!”
After a bit, the ref count gets up to about 5 before Alex pulls himself into the ring… then rolls out to restart the count… he grabs Karasu by the back of the neck and tosses him into the ring… Alex had taken control of the match back.
McDaniel: Alex thinks’ he has got this one in the bag now!”
He stands up to his full height and picks Karasu up, holding him apathetically by his chin, showing him his middle finger, then kicking him hard in the gut and picking him up on his shoulder, looking out to each part of the crowd… getting them pumped for the “Grade A Stunner”, but before he can, Karasu starts to wiggle! He manages to wiggle right off of Alex’s Shoulders! Karasu drops down and catches Alex up in a school boy!! The ref counts!
DING DING DING!
McDaniel: OH MY GOD!”
Rentfro: NO WAY!”
Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen! Here is your winner, and the New Grizzly Beer Champion….KARASU!!!”
Karasu was half way up the ramp, before the ref handed
him the title and raised his hand, Alex couldn’t believe it, and he slams his
fist on the canvas in Frustration… he rolls out of the bottom rope and grabs a
steel chair, walking over to where the ref was, Karasu had already gone to the
back. Alex grabbed the ref by the collar of his shirt and walked him over to the
Alex tossed the ref and the chair into the ring… he rolled under the bottom rope and grabbed Eric Emerson’s microphone.
Alex: What the hell do you call that! He cheated! He was hooking my tights you lousy ref!”
He grabs the steel chair as the ref cowers in the turnbuckle. He raised his Steel chair and was about to bring it down and crush the ref’s skull, but McNasty runs down to the ring and pushes Alex back, Alex drops the microphone, but is obviously yelling at Mark that he’d be cheated, Mark just patted him on the shoulder and told him it was over… it took a bit to sink in, but Alex nodded and patted Mark on the back, leaving the chair in the middle of the ring. They both walk up the ramp as Alex points out to a few fans that were obviously mad about Karasu winning.
McDaniel: Alex is a little sore about losing, Brian...
Rentfro: He clearly got cheated out of his title...
McDaniel: Wait a second, we're getting something backstage.
Backstage, we have a camera crew on Karasu and his new Grizzly Beer Title. But, he's confronted by Nightmare. They begin to exchange words, but Akira and Dhamballa waste no time and attack Karasu from behind! Akira takes Karasu down to one knee. Akira and Dhamballa are taking turns on the new champion, delivering lefts and rights.McDaniel: Oh come on! That's just not fair!
McDaniel: McNasty has been on quite the roll! He's not yet given up that Intercontinental title to anyone!
Rentfro: The challenges are only going to get tougher, and Pohatu is proof of that, now, let's go....
TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Brothers Grimm © vs. Might & Magic
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is
for the PWA Tag-Team Championships!
crowd comes to life, eager to see this contest, or perhaps for ‘Al’ and
‘Baby’, we may not be quite sure!
IEric Emerson: Introducing
first, the challengers, weighing in at a total combined weight of 650lbs, and
hailing from Parts Unknown, Moke Doshky, The Dragon… MIGHT AND MAGIC!!!
arena lights turn red as Rammstein's "Amerika" plays over the PA. As
the music picks up, The Dragon comes running out. Behind him comes "The
World's Strongest Man", Moke Doshky.
Rentfro: Weird to see these guys without Stricklin.
McDaniel: Yeah, but remember Brian, Chamelion banned all managers for that match, and the matches tonight.
The two make their way down to the ring, boos pouring from the crowd. When they reach the ring, Dragon jumps onto the apron, as Doshky walks up the stairs. Doshky and Dragon stand facing each other on the apron, and high five. Moke steps over the top rope, as Dragon braces himself with the top rope, and leaps over. The two then walk to the middle of the ring; Moke poses, as Dragon bounces in place while holding an arm up. As the music dies down, they walk to their corner.
McDaniel: Might and Magic; quite the team. These two were on the winning team in the main event of Rampage last week.
Eric Emerson: And
their opponents, they are the current PWA Tag-Team Champions, known throughout
the PWA as the fairest fighters in the land; here is, … Randall Moran, Sirus
Moran.. THE BROTHERS GRIMM!!!!!
“More Human than Human” by White Zombie begins to play. On the big screen, we see footage of Sirus and Randall together with Al’. As the fans cheer, Sirus and Randall come out from the back. Sirus walks to one side of the stage, as Randall goes to the other. Sirus gets a pop on his own, as Randall holds up his tag title in one hand; and "baby", much to the excitement of the crowd, in the other.
Rentfro: Sweet! He brought out baby.
As Randall holds up "baby", the camera flashes to the ring. We see Moke looking agitated.
McDaniel: I bet the back of Moke's head still hurts from the hit Randall and "baby" gave him.
The two walk back to the center of the ramp, and start towards the ring. When they reach the edge of the ring, they stop. From behind Sirus and Randall, we can see them staring straight at Moke and Dragon. Sirus rolls into the ring as Randall walks to the post, and puts "baby" down. Randall then rolls in, and walks over next to Sirus. The two then hold up their titles again, Sirus looking excited. The ref walks over, and Sirus and Randall hand over the belts. As the ref holds the Tag Titles in the air, we see quick flashes of the Morans, as well as Might and Magic, looking at the tag titles in the middle of the ring. The ref walks to the corner, and hands the tag titles to the outside as the bell rings. Sirus goes through the middle rope, as Dragon leaps the top rope. Sirus walks to the middle of the ring, and Dragon meets him there. Dragon smiles as he holds out a hand.
McDaniel: Might and Magic promised this week they’d be good sports.
Sirus freezes for a second. He looks out to his left, then his right; the boos are insane. Sirus just smiles, as he reaches out and gives Dragon a hard shake. BUT,
Rentfro: And Sirus would be dumb enough to trust them.
Dragon doesn’t let go. He pulls Sirus towards him for a short arm clothesline. Sirus ducks though, and as Dragon steps over the arm he is still holding, Sirus lifts up, and flips him.
McDaniel: Or smart enough to do that.
With Dragon now on his back, Sirus looks over to Randall, and holds up a thumb. Randall smiles, and holds up one back. But, even this little gesture takes more than enough time for Dragon to recover. Dragon reaches out and grabs hold of Sirus’s legs. Dragon then pulls forward, causing Sirus to fall flat on his back. Dragon is quick to jump to his feet, before nailing a quick standing moonsault. The ref counts.
Rentfro: Way too early for that.
Dragon doesn’t waste time as he lifts Sirus up by the hair. Dragon irish whips Sirus to the ropes, but when Sirus comes back, he surprises everyone by grabing Dragon’s arm. Sirus spins them both in a circle once, then lets Dragon go to the ropes. As Dragon comes back, Sirus goes for a kick, but Dragon jumps in the air and nails a dropkick to Sirus’s face. Sirus stumbles back, almost tripping, until he hits his back on the corner turnbuckle. Sirus slumps down into the corner, and Dragon looks proud.
McDaniel: Exciting action so far.
Dragon runs to the corner opposite Sirus, and jumps onto the second turnbuckle. He receive a bunch of boos for his effort, and he quickly jumps down. Dragon then runs straight towards Sirus. Dragon jumps in the air, and looks like he is going to go for a bronco buster. But at the last second, out of nowhere, Sirus lifts his leg straight in the air! His foot connects with the jaw line of Dragon, and its like Dragon was shot in the side as his head and neck are knocked at an angle. His body follows, and the end results is a pile up in the corner. Dragon’s stunned form, laying across Sirus.
Rentfro: AWESOME! Crash and burn.
Sirus is shown shaking the cobwebs off, and we pan out to see Randall in the corner screaming for the “God Damn Tag.” Sirus rolls Dragon off, and then grabs the top ropes. Sirus lifts himself up, and walks to Randall. Sirus holds his hand out, and Randall gives it a hard slap.
Rentfro: Things are about to get exciting!
We switch camera angles to show a close up of Dragon’s face. One of Dragon’s arms is hanging off the apron, and he has a glazed look on his face. Things, sadly, don’t get much better for him as we suddenly see a smiling Randall Moran appear above him. Randall bends and grabs at Dragon with both hands, and lifts him straight to his feet. Out of instinct, Dragon throws a punch. Its obvious he is dazed though, as Randall quickly blocks, and starts drilling Dragon. Randall holds a pose similar of a boxer, and he throws vicious cross body left and right punches. Left, right, left, right, Dragon’s head and neck snapping with each hit. Randall finally leans back as he pulls back with his left, and starts winding it in circles.
McDaniel: This could be it!
Randall throws, and as he does, Dragon grabs on, and pulls his legs up and across Randall’s chest! Both fall to the mat, and Dragon has gotten Randall into a cross arm bar!
McDaniel: Brilliant recovery from the Dragon!
One of the biggest choruses of boos of the night erupts as Dragon pulls on Randall’s arm. In-between uncomfortable grunts, you can see a look in Randall’s eyes that says “Why did I telegraph that punch.” On the outside we see Moke clapping for Dragon, and yelling out what we can only imagine are encouraging words, in German. Randall is straining, trying to pull his arms together. You can see the intensity on his face as he uses all his strength. His finger tips are actually touching, when Dragon quickly lifts the leg he has over Randall’s neck, and brings it down on his face.
McDaniel: Damnit ref, that was cheap!
With Randall dazed, Dragon gets the submission locked in properly again, and Randall lets out a frustrated “F*CK”.
Rentfro: Well, I believe that’s a good way to sum the chances of the Brothers Grimm retaining their titles as of right now.
The ref is in Randall’s face, asking if he gives.
Randall: HELL NO!
Randall starts pulling his arms close again. The crowd is building up eagerness as Randall’s fingers are mere inches apart. Once again, Dragon lifts up his leg. However, Randall thinks fast. Dragon’s leg goes higher than last time, and Randall sits up in a split second, getting his head under Dragon’s leg. So, as Dragon brings his leg down, Randall is in a sitting position between the legs. A smug smile accompanies a “I’m going to hurt you” look in Randall’s eyes. Moke goes to climb over the top rope, but the ref sees this, and runs over. As the ref is literally pushing Moke backwards; Dragon freezes, and it costs him, as Randall swings his left fist completely in front of him, and into Dragon’s face.
Rentfro: HOME RUN SWING!
Now free of Dragon, Randall stands. Randall points to the ropes, getting a huge pop from the crowd.
McDaniel: Could it be?
Randall runs to the ropes, and jumps on them. He looks back for a split second, before jumping.
McDaniel: Suicide Scherzo!
Randall goes for a pin. Moke has turned to get out, and the ref turns to see the pin. He dives.
Moke turns and sees the situation. He comes back in the ring.
THR/Moke nails Randall in the back of the head with a boot. The ref is yelling at Moke, but he ignores the ref as Moke picks up Randall around the neck. Moke lifts Randall up to eye level, and starts screaming at him in German. Its hard to tell what he says, but the last work is “baby.” Moke pulls Randall close, before throwing him back to the Moran corner as hard as he can. Randall slams into the corner, and Sirus slaps Randall on the chest. Randall looks up in discomfort to see Sirus coming into the ring. Moke is heading out due to the ref threatening with a DQ. Sirus lifts up Dragon, and nails a snap suplex. Sirus rolls on top of Dragon, and tries for a triangle lock. Dragon blocks though by locking his hands, and Sirus ties to kick his hands loose. Sirus realizes he can’t get the hold, and rolls off Dragon. Sirus picks up Dragon, but Dragon fights back. Dragon ends by kneeing Sirus, and giving him a fierce DDT.
McDaniel: Good move by Dragon.
Dragon has a glazed over look, but he rolls onto his stomach, and starts crawling towards his corner. Sirus leans on an elbow and puts his hand on his head. He looks over at Dragon who is almost at Moke. Sirus lunges, and grabs Dragon’s foot. Sirus sits on his knees, and Starts pulling Dragon back. But, Dragon rolls onto his back, and kicks Sirus in the face. Sirus stumbles back, and falls on his butt. As he does, Dragon turns back to his corner, and dives for Moke’s hand. The hot tag is made, and Moke comes lumbering in. A smirk comes to the corner of Moke’s face, and he comes for Sirus. Moke walks over to Sirus, who is pushing up on his knees, and shoves him down with his huge boot. Moke puts his hands on his hips as he looks out at the crowd with a smile on his face. Sirus looks up, but then starts to push up again. Again, Moke puts his boot on Sirus’s back. But, Sirus rolls onto his back, and grabs Moke’s boot. Sirus twists sideways, and causes Moke to tumble to the mat. Sirus stands, and looks to his corner. Randall is back up, and screaming for Sirus to “F*ucking tag me.” Sirus strolls to the corner, and tags Randall. Randall looks like a kid in a candy store as he gets in, and stares at Doshky. When Doshky looks over, an angry look takes over his face.
McDaniel: I don’t think Moke likes that smile Randall is aiming at him.
Moke turns and says something to Dragon. Dragon smiles, and slowly gets off the apron. Moke turns back to Randall, and the two charge each other. Moke goes for a stroke grapple, but Randall drops to one knee and delivers a stiff gut punch. Randall grabs Moke, and flings him to the ground. Randall just walks around Moke, standing over him; studying him like a cat and its pray. Moke gets to his knees, and Randall goes for a bulldog. However, Moke manages to stay put, while Randall still goes flying forward. Both get to their feet; but it is at this time that Dragon is in the Moran corner, and has baby.
McDaniel: What’s Dragon up to?
Sirus sees this, and jumps down. Dragon looks in the ring, and with the ref facing away, Dragon dives in; Sirus close behind. As the ref is about to turn, Dragon dives out. The ref sees Sirus in the ring, and gets on him to get out. Sirus is trying to explain, but to no use. Randall has walked over to try and explain. At this point, Dragon slides Baby into the ring; where it stops at Moke’s feet. Moke picks “baby” up. Randall, frustrated, turns from the convesation, into a shot with “baby” from Moke.
Rentfro: SLAP SHOT!
Randall falls like a tree that’s been cut down with an axe. Moke tosses “baby” out of the ring, and covers Randall. Dragon walks around the outside to behind Sirus, and pulls him out of the ring. The ref turns back to the match, and sees the pin.
McDaniel: No way…
DING! DING! DING!
Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners, and NEW, PWA Tag Team Champions; The Dragon, and Moke Doshky…Might and Magic!
Rammstein's "Amerika" begins to play as the ref rolls out of the ring, he comes back in with the tag titles, and hands one to Moke. On the outside, Sirus’s mouth is hanging in shock. Dragon dives into the ring, and takes his title. Moke comes from behind Dragon, and lifts him up onto his shoulder.
McDaniel: Well folks, regardless of how it was done, we have new Tag Champs.
Both men are holding their tag titles up. After a moment, they get out of the ring. Sirus rolls in to look at Randall. Randall’s nose is bleeding, and it looks swollen. Sirus helps Randall roll out of the ring, and they start to walk up the ramp. Randall stops a little bit up the ramp, and stumbles over to “baby.” He picks up “baby”, and goes back to walking up the ramp with Sirus.
Rentfro: Over the years
these two teams have gone back and forth, tonight Might & Magic came out on
top, but will it be the same next time!?
McDaniel: Sirus and Randall are not out of the picture yet, they never are.. when you think tag titles, you think Grimms, and we’re sure to see those two back in action soon! And now its time for one of our three main event matches! This one is going to be HUGE!!
Rentfro: The story leading to this match has been odd, to say the least. Payton Strader came back and won an eleven man battle royal to earn a shot at the PWA Television Championship, but right after, the movie star known all around the world as DuWayne Johnson, showed up and that has lead to this strange match!
McDaniel: This will be good, though! Hell in the Cell always gives us something to talk about, as evident by last month's grudge match between Phoenix and Raizzor! Let's get to the ring for the announcements!
backstage just before the huge contest to decide “Who’s The Man!?” where
Toshi Yang stands in front of one of the larger PPV graphics. Next to her,
Raizzor stands solemnly, attired in his wrestling outfit, and wearing his black
Toshi: Ladies and Gentlemen, with me at this time, the number one contender for the PWA World title, Raizzor!
Huge pop from the crowd, and Toshi turns towards Raizzor, lifting her head up to gaze at his 6’8 foot frame.
Toshi: Raizzor, in a few moments, you will be facing Project X for the PWA championship. How do you feel? Any concerns or worries?
Raizzor peers down at the little lady, and reaches for the mic. He lifts is from her hands, and gives her a look that says simply, go! Toshi sighs and walks off the screen, and Raizzor turns to the camera.
Raizzor: X, As I stand here, mere moments from our match, I have been questioned if I feel concern, fear or even ‘jitters’ before our contest… and I am perhaps a touch surprised when I answer honestly; no. What I feel, what I have, is confidence.
He allows us a rare smile, but it’s merely a shadow the passes over his features.
Raizzor: I watch you, and I see the frustrations build with each passing minute. This has turned into a parody of sorts, as all you can come back with against me is a list of denials. You try to insinuate yourself into my position, being the stronger of the two, clawing desperately as the mountains of Earth come tumbling down into your grave, your oxygen running out. The wise need not hear reminders of every piece, for they will review all we have said and see where the truths lie.
He grips the mic tighter in his hand.
Raizzor: If you truly feel that people can not change their ways, X, that my past is the foundation of whom I am today, then would it not be logical to assume the same applies with you? If this were to be so, you have little chance of success tonight, and you know you can not label another without the eyes of your enemies questioning your intent. The problem with you belief, X, is that I do not share in it. What I believe if fact to me, and to those who oppose you. Do not cast stones at me, for in this battle I am the one who is in position to rid the PWA of your foul stench. You wear the black hat in this story, X, and while you will try to paint me the worse of the two evils, you are only kidding yourself and your delusions that I have exposed to the world, will only continue to grow.
Raizzor shakes his head, almost in pity for Project X
Raizzor: Again, you bring forth the word ‘supernatural’, and I am beginning to realize now that you are trying so desperately to believe it so that you feel you stand a chance. I am the demon you fear, X, whether in word alone or fact, none the less I am the one thing that has scared you the most since you arrived here, and you may go on trying to ‘wake up’, to see me as less then what I am and overcome it, but X… you’ve not yet been to sleep.
The camera pans closer to Raizzor, his face taking up the entire screen, and his red eyes seem to glisten and glow as he states the final words of this war!
Raizzor: I am the monster of the PWA, you deny my claim but yet I still come for you, no matter what you try to do, I still come. Knock me down, I get back up, try to break me and I heal. There is no answer, X, no answer that will come to you that will stop me. You have what I want, and I will take it. The kingdom you have quoted as presiding over? It’s filled with people that want to see you fall, crumble and be taken off your thrown. I am their champion, and I will complete the task bestowed upon me. Am I supernatural? Am I only a man!? Project X, when the match is said and done, and the final bell tolls…. In all honesty, will it really matter which I am?
Raizzor drops the mic and raises his arms to his sides, and the screen cuts back to ringside!
Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with NO time limit, and is the finals of the two thousand eight edition of the PWA Who's The Man!? tournament!
An old fashioned, black and white film countdown begins rolling, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.
Corey Lazarus steps into the spotlight and then walks down the entrance ramp, Gregory Price at his side, focusing on his steps as he adjusts the black athletic tape around his left hand. Corey wipes a little bead of sweat from his brow with the white towel over his shoulder, adjusting his silver-rimmed Ray Ban's before taking a sip of his Aquafina. Price rubs his shoulders as they walk, hyping him up.
Corey stops at the bottom of the ramp, sliding his Ray Ban's off, and then adjusts his sole elbow pad on his right arm. Price chomps away on his gum, looking around all over the arena.
Price: Don't worry, Core, you can do this.
Lazarus: Oh, I know, man.
Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...
Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction"...
Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!!
Lazarus leaps to his feet as the spotlight dies, the arena lights returning, and slowly spins around, his arms outstretched with his hands wide open. The familiar guitar lick returns, and "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" dies down as Corey backs up to his corner.
McDaniel: Corey Lazarus has been in this match before in two thousand one, the only other time he has been in the Who's The Man tournament.
Rentfro: And he choked!
McDaniel: Yes. Due to outside distraction by the Rage, Corey was caught in Dalton Campbell's Spider's Grasp, forced to tap out.
The referee comes over to check Lazarus out, and Corey hands Price his towel and his bottle of Aquafina.
"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird.
Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Orlando, Florida...
The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts.Eric Emerson: ...standing six feet tall and weighing about two hundred and forty pounds...
The Phoenix the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.
Eric Emerson: ...he is THE PHOENIX!!!!
The referee helps Phoenix unhook his harness and then checks him out, signaling that he's good. He gets the men in the ring together, face to face. He explains the rules, and they both nod. He signals for the bell.
McDaniel: This is what we've been waiting for!Rentfro: These guys have been at each other's throats all week...let's see what kind of damage they inflict.
The two men circle each other, waiting moments for the first to attack. Corey lunges in, but Phoenix reverses and puts him in a hammerlock. He twists Corey's arm vividly, but Corey breaks out with an elbow strike. Phoenix staggers back and then gets knocked into the ropes by a roundhouse kick from Phoenx. Corey goes in, but Phoenix 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! Luckily it's not his broken hand that's mixed up in that.Rentfro: Corey doesn't look too lucky right now, but he's so close to that bottom rope!
Corey grabs ahold of the bottom rope for dear life and Phoenix is forced to let go. He gets Corey up to his feet, but Corey counters with some elbows to Phoenix's stomach. Corey backs up Phoenix a bit and then mows him down with a clothesline. Phoenix gets back up, and Corey takes him back down with another lariat. Phoenix is back up to his feet almost immediately and Corey telegraphs a dropkick, but the Phoenix holds back. Corey lands on the mat, and then Phoenix puts Corey's legs underneath his arms. He steps over to his right, putting Corey on his belly. The Phoenix 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...
World Heavyweight Championship Match
Project X (C) vs. Raizzor
Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event of the
Huge pop from the crowd.
Rentfro: I've been waiting for this all night!
Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger!
Three quick drum beats pick up and then a GONG! Echoes,
preceeding 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 shadowly 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 judgement 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 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##
With his chest rising and falling slowly, Raizzor moves around the ring with slow steady steps.
##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.
Emerson: And his opponent...
The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of green strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Spaceman" by Babylon Zoo 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 jogs on the spot, trying to psych himself up. When the music reaches it's peak he bursts forth in a rush of energy and launches his chokeslamming arm up into the air as a jet of green pyro launches up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk. The crowd's anticipation starts to build to unbearable levels as he enters the ring and locks eyes with Raizzor. No turning back now.
Rentfro: The wait is finally over McDaniel. These two are going to rip each other to shreds, I love it!!
McDaniel: Indeed, this should be a contest to remember.
Raizzor and Project X go face to face and exchange unheard insults as the arena lights up with flash photography.
McDaniel: You could cut the tension with a knife!
The referee seperates both men and instructs them to go to their designated corners for the formal introductions. Eric Emerson takes centre ring.
Eric Emerson: Alright wrestling fans, here we go, one fall to determine the PWA Heavyweight champion of the World!
Eric Emerson: Introducing first, to my left, he is the challenger. His record stands at 4 wins, 1 loss and no draws. He is a former 3 time PWA World champion and tonight hopes to add a fourth to his collection. Standing at 6'8" and weighing in at 285lbs, I give you the Franchise, the Soul Taker, the hall of famer, I give you RAAAAAAAIIIIIIZZZZZZZZOOOOOORRRRR!!!
The crowd get on their feet as Raizzor barely acknowledges the announcement of his name, keeping his eyes locked solely on the World champion. Project X returns the stare and then some. Both men desperately want the formalities to be over.
Eric Emerson: And to my right, introducing the champion. His record stands at 4 wins, 4 losses and no draws. He is a veteran of the PWA rings and tonight, makes the defense on his impressive 49th day as champion. Standing at 7'0" and weighing in at 352lbs, I give you the reigning and defending, two time PWA Heavyweight champion of the world, I give you PRRRROOOOOOJEEEEEEECCCCTTTT XXXXXXXXX!!!
Project X raises his title in the air as his name is announced while pointing at Raizzor. Raizzor's eyes could almost burn a hole in him now.
Eric Emerson: The referee will now give both wrestlers their final instructions.
The ref waves both wrestlers into the centre ring where they lock eye to eye, not even acknowleding the referee's presence.
Referee: Now gentlemen, this is the main event live on Pay-Per-View and a lot of people have paid money to see this match, so let's keep things clean and not force me to disqualify anybody. I will take action if I have to. Keep it strictly as a wrestling contest and we won't have any problems. Now shake hands and come out fighting!
Neither Project X or Raizzor shake hands and both simply walk backwards to their corners, refusing to break eye contact.
McDaniel: Don't you dare blink folks, the main event is only half a second away!
Both men warm up in their corners, waiting for the bell, the anticipation enough to make you piss your pants. The fans spontaneously break into a chant of "Fuck him up Raizzor, fuck him up!"
With a roar from the crowd both men charge and lunge at each other. Raizzor manages to duck under Project X's advance and takes him to the mat with a double leg takedown. The crowd erupts as he climbs onto Project X and pounds him with vicious lefts and rights. Project X utilises his strength and rolls out of it, on top of Raizzor where he comes back with his own barrage of punches. Raizzor yanks back on the hair of Project X who retaliates by crashing a headbutt down onto the bridge of Raizzor's nose. Raizzor shakes it off and rolls back on top of Project X who rolls again back on top of Raizzor, who rolls again and sends them both rolling under the bottom rope where they drop with a thump to the outside, still exchanging lefts and rights as they fall.
McDaniel: The ref is going to have his hands full with this one!
Rentfro: He needs to give these guys a little leeway, this is what people pay to see.
Project X starts to strangle Raizzor on the outside who breaks free by gouging Project X in the eye. Project X rolls away and gets to his feet but is shoulder blocked into the barricade by Raizzor. Raizzor then takes Project X and whips him into the ring apron. He takes him again and whips him back into the barricade, and then again into the ring apron. Barricade, apron, barricade, apron. He repeats this process until Project X collapses in a heap from the beating his back is taking.
Rentfro: Raizzor is playing a game of Human Pong and is using Project X as the ball!
The ref gets 3/4 of the way through his 10 count but stops at 9 knowing he is likely to cause a riot if the match ends that way. He instead opts for instructing Raizzor to take it back inside, Raizzor responds by snap suplexing Project X onto the thin padding outside.
McDaniel: It looks like this match is going to take the same path as the one two weeks ago, we can only hope we have a definitive winner this time around.
Rentfro: Screw winners, I want blood!
Raizzor picks Project X up and launches him towards the ring post but Project X manages to reverse the momentum and sends Raizzor colliding head first into the steel ring post. Project X then punches out a fan in the front row, wearing an MoA t-shirt and takes the steel chair he was sitting on.
McDaniel: He just punched one of our fans!
Rentfro: This is where I think they have it right in Japan, if you punch a fan over there, they say thank you. Here they slap you with a lawsuit, but hey, he's the champ and he can afford it!
Not if Sommers fines him again!
Project X goes to nail Raizzor with the chair but the ref slides out and gets in his way, threatening disqualification if the chair is used. Project X snarls and tosses the chair aside before rolling Raizzor back into the ring.
McDaniel: If you look at Project X's win/loss record, you'll find that it is very deceiving. A lot of his losses have been by disqualifcation which comes with the chaos involved with a Project X match. If you look at his singles record only one person has beaten him cleanly in the ring so far and that was Gabe Shelley, a loss he avenged at Genesis last month!
Rentfro: And Raizzor's only defeat comes at the hands of the man who's been Intercontinental champion the last month and a half, Mark McNasty, who also holds a tag team pin over Project X. Both Raizzor and Project X have made steady progress through the PWA... for old guys that is.
Project X enters the ring and comes after Raizzor but finds himself cut off by some stiff punches into his gut. Raizzor fights his way onto his feet and whips Project X into the ropes, nailing him with a big boot as he comes off them. Project X is only staggered by the boot and remains on his feet. Raizzor goes to the ropes himself and comes off them with a roaring elbow on Project X. Project X is rocked on impact but amazingly stays on his feet. Raizzor hits the ropes one more time and this time comes off with a flying clothesline, this time the impact is enough to send Project X crashing to the mat.
Rentfro: It takes a lot to knock the champ off his feet!
McDaniel: But you know what they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Raizzor makes the cover.
McDaniel: Project X still has too much in the tank.
Rentfro: That only counts as a pin in amateur wrestling.
Raizzor tries to pick Project X up but Project X suddenly springs to life and grabs Raizzor by the throat to gasps from the crowd.
McDaniel: This could be it!
Raizzor averts the danger of Project X's finisher with a swift kick between his legs, followed up by a double arm DDT. He makes another cover.
Rentfro: Project X is not even letting Raizzor hear two, nevermind three!
Raizzor forces Project X onto his feet and whips him hard into the corner. Raizzor makes his way to the opposite corner and charges full speed at Project X in a splash attempt but Project X moves out of the way at the last second and Raizzor eats turnbuckle. Project X then catches the backwards staggering Raizzor and sends him to the mat with a neckbreaker. He makes the cover.
McDaniel: Now it's Raizzor's turn to kick out at one! Neither man wanting to give the other the satisfaction of being down for more than a second!
Rentfro: What are you talking about!? That was three, the ref is just counting too slow!
Project X brings Raizzor to his feet, but Raizzor starts to fire back with lefts and rights that back Project X up. Raizzor hits the ropes and comes off them but again Project X grabs him by the throat. Raizzor fights himself loose before he can get a full grip and again hits the ropes and comes rebounding back but this time Project X catches him while he is vertical with one arm around his waist and the other hand on his back. Project X then spins around 180 degrees, and slams Raizzor back-first into the mat. The Crop Circle!
Rentfro: That ought to get more than a one count, it's one of his signature moves!
Project X makes the cover.
Rentfro: No way!
McDaniel: Believe it! This match is going to take a monster of an effort to win!
Project X is in disbelief that Raizzor kicked out of one of his key moves so easily. He angrily pounds Raizzor's head into the mat before picking him up and tossing him into the corner. Lefts, rights, forearms, uppercuts, headbutts, everything gets thrown in, in Project X's frustration. Raizzor slumps down into a sitting position and Project X puts the boots into his face. He drags Raizzor into the center ring and applies the figure four leg lock.
McDaniel: Project X is starting to slow things down a little bit now and control the match at his own pace.
Rentfro: That has to be the biggest figure four I have ever seen!
Raizzor writhes in pain as Project X locks in the hold. It takes all of Project X's strength to keep Raizzor from getting to the ropes due to his height. Raizzor sits up and tries to punch his way out of it but Project X applies more pressure and he is sent onto his back.
Raizzor sits up!
McDaniel: Raizzor needs to be careful of his shoulders touching the mat in this move!
Project X launches right hand after right hand into Raizzor's face, forcing him back down to the mat but Raizzor is more mindful to turn onto his side this time. Raizzor turns to his left and tries to put all his weight forward in an effort to reverse the hold but Project X once again applies more pressure and Raizzor is jerked back onto his back.
Rentfro: It looks like Raizzor is stuck with no place to go, is it possible for Project X to do the unthinkable and make him tap!?
Raizzor doesn't give up hope and again attempts the reversal, this time to the right and with more force behind the movement. Project X again applies pressure but Raizzor blocks out the stabbing pain in his leg and puts all his weight forward, causing them both to roll and reverse the pressure of the move. Project X grunts in pain from the reversal and quickly untangles his legs from Raizzor's.
McDaniel: Raizzor is free!
Raizzor limps to his feet at the same time as Project X and sends him crashing to the mat with a clothesline, followed by another and another. He whips Project X to the ropes and lifts him high into the air with a back body drop that shakes the ring on impact.
McDaniel: Raizzor just lifted Project X in a huge back body drop!
Rentfro: Raizzor is one of the few men on the roster capable of doing that to the champion!
Raizzor keeps up his attack and whips Project X into the ropes again where he nails him with a vicious clothesline from Hell that turns him inside out, Guillotine Version 1! He makes the cover.
McDaniel: And now Project X kicks out of one of Raizzor's key moves at one!
Rentfro: With the determination both these guys have, I wouldn't be surprised if we saw a time limit draw!
Raizzor is just as shocked as Project X was earlier but he doesn't let it break his stride. He picks Project X back up and goes straight for the kill by scooping him up onto his shoulders and going for a tombstone shoulder breaker but Project X wriggles and slides out of it. Raizzor turns to meet him but gets caught by the throat with nowhere to go. Project X has his grip properly sunk in and dodges the low blow attempt. With a heave Raizzor is lifted up into the air and driven into the mat with a force that only Project X can manage. Raizzor's head smashes into the mat as Project X hits his finisher, The Probe!!!
Rentfro: That's it, Project X is three seconds away from retaining his title!
Project X makes the cover and hooks the leg.
RAIZZOR GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!!
McDaniel: Raizzor kicked out of The Probe!!! If that doesn't put him away, what in the Hell will!?!?
Rentfro: I have no idea what must be going through the head of Project X right now!
McDaniel: An undercurrent to this feud has been Project X's inability to keep Raizzor down no matter what he throws at him, this must be messing with his head on some level!
Rentfro: At least we got to hear a two count.
McDaniel: And then some!
Project X completely loses it as the ref holds up two fingers signaling a two count. He bull rushes the referee and holds three fingers in his face, insisting he got the pin but the ref doesn't back down. Project X shoves the referee who gets brave and shoves Project X back. Project X snaps and grabs the ref by the throat, lifts him up and drives him down into the mat with another Probe!
McDaniel: We have no referee and Project X has lost it! He thought he had the match won and so did a lot of people in attendence!
Project X turns his rage onto Raizzor who has now worked his way onto his hands and knees and kicks him right in the head.
Rentfro: Concussion city!
Project X yanks Raizzor back to his feet and gorilla presses him over his head in an awesome display of strength. He then rushes over to the ropes and launches Raizzor to the outside. Raizzor flies through to the air and comes to a stop, crashing head first into the barricade on the outside.
McDaniel: Project X is a man possessed. It's clear now that Raizzor has obviously gotten under his skin in recent weeks!
Project X hops to the outside and continues his assault, ramming Raizzor into anything in his path, he works his way over to the announcing area. Eric Emerson clears a path as Project X whips Raizzor into the timekeepers table. The table simply crumples under Raizzor's weight, sending anything on it flying into the air, including the ring bell. A light bulb goes of in the twisted head of Project X as he sets the ring bell down on the floor and drags Raizzor over to it, placing his head on top. Project X grabs a chair.
McDaniel: Oh no! Raizzor saved Enika Engel from this just last week, in doing so he probably saved her career!
Rentfro: Project X always has to take it one step too far!
Jaws hang open as Project X lifts the chair up high and brings it crashing down full force onto Raizzor's head.
McDaniel: Oh my God! Raizzor's head just got sandwiched and he is busted wide open! Someone put a stop to this!
Rentfro: Not even I want to see this, he could end his career!
McDaniel: I think he intends to!
Project X looks around at the crowd in self satisfaction as boos rain down upon him, among numerous paper cups and other garbage being thrown. He lifts the chair above his head again which quickly silences the crowd.
McDaniel: No! Not again!
DING! DING! DING! DING!
McDaniel: This is sick!
Rentfro: We could have another King Agony moment on our hands!
Raizzor's face can't be seen at all, it's like something you'd see in a horror movie. His face bleeds from every hole and the numerous impacts on his skull have ruptured a few new openings for the blood to escape. His hair is completely matted with the blood that is oozing into a giant puddle on the outside. There would be enough of it for a shallow bath. Project X raises the now heavily dented chair again...
McDaniel: For the love of God...
Project X doesn't get to do it this time as the ref suddenly slides to the outside and yanks the chair away from him.
McDaniel: Yes! The ref has finally recovered and is putting a stop to this madness!
The ref shouts something at Eric Emerson and he repeats it into the microphone.
Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed by the referee for this contest that he is bringing a halt to the action and disqualifying Project X. Therefore, the winner of this match by disqualification, Raizzor!!!
McDaniel: Yet another disqualification for Project X and he keeps onto his title yet again, it makes me sick to have this man as our World champion!
Rentfro: The rematch has ended much like the first match, only I don't see Raizzor getting up from this one.
Project X seems more than happy to take the DQ loss and quickly grabs his title to leave before the crowd start to riot. All sorts of things get thrown at Project X as he makes his way up the ramp, including tomatoes... seriously who brings tomatoes to these things?
The paramedics pass him by on his way up and he stops at the top of the ramp to view the mess he created. He holds the title high above his head which sends the crowd into a frenzy.
McDaniel: I hope he's proud of himself! He's just ruined what should of been a main event to go down in history!
Rentfro: I don't think he gives a damn.
McDaniel: The paramedics are working hard here at ringside and we'll do our best to keep you up to.... Wait!... No way!... Not again!
Rentfro: ...He can't possibly!
Sure enough, a couple of paramedics are flung aside and the nightmare sight of a blood covered Raizzor climbs up to his feet with a primal roar that echoes around the arena without the aid of a microphone.
Rentfro: He can't be Human... he just can't be!
McDaniel: Yes! Raizzor is on his feet and it looks like he still wants to fight! No matter what Project X does he just can't keep him down!
Rentfro: Raizzor would rather die than stay down by the looks of things!
McDaniel: If this feud keeps up, that may be a possible outcome!
Project X finds himself in the familiar position of disbelief as Raizzor climbs back into the ring, his blood dripping down and staining the ring as he does so. He marches over to the edge of the ring, pretty much no selling the agony of the bell shots that has him in such a state, but still feeling it immensely no doubt. His determination to give some back to Project X over rides any degree of pain he is suffering, and so he marches to the edge of the ring and does a Hulk Hogan-esque finger point to which the crowd plays along and shout in unison...
McDaniel: Is... is that fear I see in Project X!?!?
Rentfro: I think anyone would be shitting their pants right about now, no matter how big they are!
Project X nervously paces back and forth on the ramp, debating whether to go back or not. The fans goading him with chants of "Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!". Finally Project X holds his belt high in the air and shouts back at Raizzor.
Project X: I'm STILL the champ!!!
With that he turns to leave to thunderous boos from the crowd.
McDaniel: I guess it takes a woman who is not expecting it for Project X to grow a pair, but when it comes to someone who's his equal or better he tucks his tail and runs, typical bully!
Project X is nearly in the back when "Come With Me" suddenly hits the PA. The camera catches Project X shouting a word that may or may not rhyme with "duck".
McDaniel: Oh boy!
Project X’s way stands Chamelion.
The two glare at each other, before Chamelion calms down and raises the
mic in his hand.
arena goes silent.
Chamelion: Not again, X, not again.
You claim you’re the best, you’re going to prove it tonight.
Nine years ago tonight I came onto this stage for the very first time,
and those nine years ago, I’m going to say exactly what I said then!!
shares his Cheshire like grin with Project X.
Chamelion: Project X, I just knew you would pull something like this. Well, guess what? I'm
ordering this match to be restarted. Raizzor just got screwed, but I'm giving
him a second chance.
He’s restarting the match!!
I don’t know if this is favoritism for his brother, or cruelty! Raizzor is in
no condition to fight!
X curses at Chamelion and turns, only to find that Raizzor has made his way from
the ring and hits a knee to Project X’s gut!
Project X drops the title to the ramp and Raizzor swiftly connects with a
DDT, slamming Project X’s face into the belt!
As he pulls Project X up, we see blood pouring through the holes in
Project X’s mask and Raizzor leads him down to the ring, pushing him in and
the ref orders the bell rung for the match to be restarted!
Raizzor got in a free revenge shot on the ramp and now has the advantage!
I still don’t see how those two are going to be able to fight, they’re both
nearly out of it, if not completely!
stalks Project X who slides away, trying to find room to get to his feet and
take the defensive. With
a swift kick that misses, Raizzor forces Project X onto his back, but it was a
ploy! With Project X down, Raizzor lands a leg drop between the legs, harshly
connecting with Project X’s lower stomach! He then wraps Project X’s legs up
and applies a modified figure four leg lock!
Raizzor’s creative, utilizing a move only recently seen in other feds!
He has Project X on the ropes, figuratively speaking, since if he actually did,
Project X could get the break.
Oh, shut up!
X grimaces but refuses to cry out in pain, as he struggles against the firm grip
Raizzor has on him! Raizzor
glares as he applies more and more pressure, attempting at the very least to
break one of Project X’s legs in the process.
Project X falls back on the canvas, the pain over whelming him.
Close! Project X can’t lose focus or it’s going to cost him!
That move has a double whammy, not only does it hurt like hell, but if you
forget to keep your shoulders off the canvas, you could be counted for the
Project X begins to wiggle, trying to turn the hold over!
Back and forth he rolls, trying either to do so or reach the ropes!
Finally, he succeeds in turning over but as he does, Raizzor breaks the
hold to avoid being caught in his own move.
Raizzor gets to his feet as Project X pushes up and Raizzor hits a drop
kick to the back of Project X’s head!
The challenger isn’t giving Project X any room to breath, as he quickly keeps
on the offensive.
I gotta admit, I don’t think Ive seen Raizzor move this fast, so much!
rage guiding his actions, Raizzor swoops Project X up and as he holds him up,
Raizzor sets him into position and with the roar of the crowd behind him,
Raizzor connects with a signature Last Ride Powerbomb!
He then covers, hooking the leg.
That should have ended it right there!
his head in disbelief, Raizzor quickly pulls Project X up and secures him and
hits a second Last Ride!
He covers again!
Forget that last one! THAT was the ending!
Project X has springs in his shoulders, he has too!
the mat in frustration, Raizzor pulls Project X up, measures him and races to
the ropes, bounces off and goes for a big boot!
Project X suddenly drops, partly due to exhaustion and brings his closed
fist up between Raizzor’s legs!
Raizzor collapses in tremendous pain, and Project X glares for the ref to
call the bell. However,
to his shock, the ref has his back turned, as he’s trying to get the
paramedics out of the ringside area.
That was a blatant low blow and he meant to get DQ’d again!
But now he’s gotten away with it and can use it to his advantage!
X shrugs and with his own anger fueling him, he stalks Raizzor who is now on his
stomach and wrenches him up into a Camel Clutch position!
Project X begins to pull back, putting all his 300+lbs of pressure onto
Raizzor’s lower back while tourqing his neck into an impossible position!
Smaller men would break under Project X’s power with this move!
If he puts enough damage onto Raizzor, the end of this match is going to be
ref, back in the game, is there, asking if Raizzor wants to give!
Raizzor growls a no, as the pain seeps down into his tendons, muscles and
every cell of his body.
Project X roars as he lunges back with even more weight and pressure.
Raizzor starts to succumb to the pain and his eyes droop under the stains
of blood covering his face.
The ref raises his arm and it drops once.
Three falls of that arm and it’s over, and would be an embarrassing end to an
otherwise glorious fight!
I don’t think he can beat Raizzor this way though!
I have it in my gut!
So now you’re a Raizzor fan?
Not really, but let’s be honest, if you can’t keep that man down with a ring
bell and a chair, what’s a Camel Clutch REALLY going to do!?
Well… good point!
picks up his arm, and watches it drop a second time.
The ref holds up two fingers, and the arena is stunned to see that
Project X is going to come out the victor by making Raizzor pass out!
The ref holds up Raizzor’s arm and let’s go… and it doesn’t drop!
Project X curses hard!
WOW!! He’s still in it!
Don’t get cocky!
shakes his fist, and in an attempt to show there’s still thoughts coursing
through his mind, he waves his index finger back and forth, admonishing Project
X! Project X
cries out as suddenly Raizzor slips his knees under him, rises up and carries
Project X backwards to the corner, crashing the big man against the turnbuckle!
Raizzor then follows up with a stiff elbow to the face three times, spins
and lifts Project X to the top of the turnbuckle!
What has he got in mind now!?
This could be a set up for a high risk move, and those rarely pay off!
then mounts up and begins pummeling Project X over and over with swift hard
lefts and rights! The ref begins the count of five to get Raizzor down, but
Raizzor ignores him! At
then, Raizzor lifts up his fist to elicit a roar of approval from the arena, and
in that moment, Project X pushes with his might and Raizzor is sent crashing
backwards to the canvas.
Raizzor paid for taking a moment to play to the crowd, a move so unlike him!
And I told you it was doomed to fail!
You’re just so proud of yourself tonight, being right all the time,
X then wobbles upwards, finding purchase with the top ropes in an effort to
score a huge high risk move.
He stumbles, however, and has to catch himself to re-allign his position.
As he does, Raizzor jumps and falls into the ropes, and Project X loses contact
with them and falls, crotcheting himself on the top turnbuckle!
The world can rejoice! No little Project X’s in the near future!!!
It would be like Halloween every day of the year!
moves in then, and climbs, picking Project X up and hooks him into position!
With great effort, Raizzor heaves Project X up and over and the crowd
comes alive as the two slam down to the canvas from an awesome Super-plex!
Hey, it paid off in the end, give Raizzor credit, but he’s got to follow
through! He’s got to make the cover!!
men lay there, nearly unconscious, as the ref begins yet another ten count!
At eight, Raizzor rolls over and slides one arm over Project X’s body.
The ref drops and counts:
Can Anything keep that man down? ANYTHING??
X is on his side, Raizzor on his stomach, and both men still don’t move.
The ref sees this and yes, here comes another ten count.
The torture these two men have gone through, I honestly can’t see it going on
for much longer!
It’s a good thing we test our refs to be able to count to ten, or we’d be
stuck here all night!
seven, both men stir, at nine, Raizzor is on his knees and Project X is pulling
himself up by the ropes, and at ten, both men are in position to continue.
They turn and each sees a chance and they race to each other… DOUBLE
Both had the same idea, and it cost them!!
Every time we think they’ll be back up to fight, they send each other back
down!! And now it’s up to the referee AGAIN!
ref shakes his head, and goes for ANOTHER ten count.
It takes a little less time, as both try hard to get up… and by ten,
they both are on opposite sides of the ring in the corners, staring at each
other through blood matted hair.
Project X curses at Raizzor, yelling he’ll never get the title.
Raizzor responds with a single raising of the middle finger.
Both men charge again, and collide in what could only be called a nuclear
explosion of rights and lefts, exchanged equally by both competitors!
It’s like the match as started all over again, where are they getting
all this energy!
Project X wants to be the savior of the PWA, to be its rightful Franchise!
Raizzor wants vengeance for… well, everything Project X has done from day one!
NINE years, McDaniel.. Nine years of
history, and this is the first time the two have really, truly gone toe to toe
for the biggest prize in the business!! Neither one is going to cash in early!
Dude, there is a match going on! But uh, good points again!
X gouges Raizzor’s eyes and as the Soul-Taker stumbles back, Project X goes
for the Probe! As he hefts Raizzor up in the air, Raizzor twists out of it and
on the way down drives an elbow into Project X’s shoulder!
With Project X distracted by the pain, Raizzor turns him around and
scoops him up, over and into the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!!
This is it!! It's over!!
No Way Project X kicks out of this!!!
It can’t be!
I’m stunned! Project
X kicked out! Holy crap!
glares, and turns and sees the chair in the corner from earlier.
Swallowing, the Soul-Taker comes to a conclusion… time to rid the PWA
of the cancer of Project X, even if it means sacrificing his moment of glory!
Raizzor grabs the chair, as the crowd screams and rants for violence and
as the ref comes to take it away, Raizzor shoves him down and rears the chair
back! As Project
X comes to his feet!
echo of the chair shot is so astounding, people later swore they heard it
watches Project X crumble to the canvas and he rears back and:
NO NO NO!
YES YES YES!
sharp chair shot to the skull of Project X, as Raizzor returns the favor from
earlier. No ring
bell is needed for the Soul-Taker to inflict the same level of damage onto
Project X, as vengeance fuels his strength!
DING DING DING DING DING!
That’s gotta be it! Raizzor has cost himself the chance to be world champion
No way Chamelion can restart the match now, or he’ll be accused of true
referee is having quick words with Emerson, while Raizzor stares at the carnage
at his feet.
Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match, by
Disqualification… and STILL PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, Project X!!!!
understands the call, and knows he snapped more then he’d wished for, but the
damage was done. For
Enika Engel, the PWA, even for himself, he’s shown Project X that you can not
keep the Monster known as Raizzor down… and in the end, whether he holds the
title or not.. .Raizzor IS the monster in the PWA!
It’s over, and I think the crowd understands that!
They’re not booing Raizzor so much as booing that it has to end this
Raizzor caved in, and let the frustrations get to him!
It can be understood, though, cause Project X tried to do it earlier in
then “The Empire Strikes First” by Bad Religion plays and out comes Joe
BoXeR, dressed impressively and looking like a man with a mission.
BoXeR: Just a moment ago, backstage, President Sommers threw up his hands
in disgust that the match had to end this way.
I asked him a simple question, “Do I have any say here?” His response was "Of course."
What does he mean?
Shhhh!! Let the man talk!
BoXeR: So, while it would seem to favor Raizzor for President Sommers to
now restart the match, as an unbiased official with the power to do so, I truly
believe the fans want to see a winner, a real winner.. and that is exactly what
is going to happen!
the ring, Raizzor cocks his head, curiously. Project X has come to his knees, and while both men are close to each
other, both are too focused on what Joe BoXeR has to say.
BoXeR: So, while it appears to me that neither of you are going to give
up a three second pin to the other… both of you have come very close to
failing that ten count! I think one of you has it in them to survive, and I want to know which it
restart this match… and it is now a LAST MAN STANDING match!
Last Man Standing!!! With
these two, that could go ALL NIGHT!!!
ref, frustrated, calls for the bell again! Joe BoXeR disappears backstage.
X releases a frustrated scream into the air at the sound of the bell. Another
fall in Hell was in store but he was not one to dwell on things too long. As the
sound of the bell pierces his ears he takes advantage of a temporary lapse in
concentration from Raizzor and leaps up to his feet, griping Raizzor by the
throat. Before Raizzor can react, he finds himself being lifted into the air and
driven into the mat with another Probe!!!
McDaniel: Project X just hit the Probe for the second time in this contest! The third fall could be over as quickly as it began!
Rentfro: These guys have to be running on empty now, all second winds and boosts of adrenaline must to be tapped, and they are running on sheer will power alone! This is an example of the lengths you have to push your body to if you want to make it in the PWA main event!
Project X collapses down beside Raizzor, his head still feeling the effects from the vicious chair shots delivered at the end of the last match. The ref begins a count on both of them.
Project X gets onto his hands and knees while Raizzor remains motionless.
Project X forces himself onto his feet where he sways woozily.
McDaniel: Raizzor needs to get up now!
Raizzor springs up into a sitting position and jerks his head in Project X's direction with a crazy eyed look. Project X is not happy at all.
Project X: Oh come on!!!
McDaniel: He just won't stay down! Project X has had Raizzor down on numerous occasions in recent weeks but at no point has he been able to keep him down!
Rentfro: If Project X were to lose the title tonight, I doubt he would be too appreciative of Joe BoXer's impartiality being an Engel.
Project X rushes Raizzor and attempts a boot to the head but Raizzor catches the boot with one hand and sweeps Project X's standing foot out from under him with the other hand. Raizzor then mounts Project X and brings crushing blows down onto his face. Project X manages to lift his knee up into Raizzor’s chest and create some breathing space. He makes use of the space by grabbing hold of Raizzor's ring gear and using the leverage of his knee to roll Raizzor off of him. They both rise up to their feet and engage in another stare down as the fans applaud both men’s efforts tonight with a chant of "This is awesome! *clap clap clap* This is Awesome!"
McDaniel: What a match we are seeing! Whether you like or hate either man, you have to respect what they bring to the table!
Rentfro: This really should have been last man standing from the start, as there was no way a match this heated was going to finish within the rules!
McDaniel: Look at the ring, it is just covered in blood! Both men are bleeding profusely!
Rentfro: How many pints of blood can the human body produce?
Project X and Raizzor rush in to engage each other once again. Project X elbow smashes Raizzor, who comes back with a head butt that rocks Project X even through his mask. He staggers backwards away from Raizzor who presses his advantage and pummels Project X until he is leaning against the ropes. Raizzor then charges into the opposite ropes and comes rebounding back to nail a huge cross body that sends both him and Project X over the top rope, tumbling to the outside. Project X thuds onto the outside padding in a heap while Raizzor lands gingerly on his feet. The referee begins a count on the exhausted Project X.
Project X gets to his feet with an assist from the ring apron but he is showing the effects of a long fight now. He doesn't get any chance of a breather as Raizzor keeps up the attack and sends Project X crashing over the steel ring steps with a flying shoulder tackle.
Rentfro: This match keeps going one way, then the other. It's the kind of thing Pay-Per-View was made for!
Raizzor doesn't let the ref do another count and forces Project X onto his feet, beating him towards the announce table.
McDaniel: Not again.
Rentfro: See ya!
Brian Rentfro bolts just in time as Raizzor launches Project X and sends him sliding across the announce table and onto the concrete.
McDaniel: Once again in a Project X/Raizzor match, Rentfro has abandoned his post and I'm left to soldier on alone.
Raizzor starts knocking protruding objects on the table aside, preparing it for something nasty while Project X recovers on the floor. Raizzor then grabs Project X who tries to resist with a couple of right hands to the gut but Raizzor puts an end to that with a knee to the face. He then lifts Project X up and places him on the table before rolling back into the ring and climbing up to the top rope as the crowd rise to their feet.
McDaniel: This looks like a flashback of their first encounter when Raizzor attempted the Guillotine Version 2 through the announce table but on that night it backfired on him, I don't believe he'd try again!
Indeed, Raizzor launches himself off the top rope and soars through the air, this time connecting with the leg drop to drive Project X through the splintering wood of the table, to the concrete below as the fans roar their approvals at the completion of the Guillotine Version 2!!!
Jon McDaniel was knocked out on collision however and can't call the action. Fortunately, Brian Rentfro has found his way to the Spanish announce table.
Rentfro: Hello... Can you hear me!?
Diego: Ci es...
Rentfro: Shut it Diego, we're on the main frequency now, speak American!... McDaniel has been knocked out by the looks of things and you're left with me for the remainder of this match where Raizzor has just put the champion through a table, this could all be over in ten seconds!
Raizzor pulls himself out of the wreckage and takes a seat in the chair vacated by Brian Rentfro as the ref begins another count with the crowd counting along.
There is some movement underneath the wreckage.
A piece of debris is tossed aside as Project X gets his bearings.
Project X moves onto his knees and breaks the count, locking weary eyes with Raizzor who is seated in front of him. Two more exhausted men you will never see.
Rentfro: I've heard of the never ending story, but this is the never ending match right here!
Project X raises his arms and beckons Raizzor in, daring him to finish the job. Raizzor gets to his feet with an ache and grabs a nearby chair.
Project X's head jerks back from the violent impact but he puts his hand down to avoid hitting the floor again, as even more blood oozes out of his eye holes. He asks Raizzor for another.
This time the impact is more than enough to put him on his back again and damn near knocks him unconscious.
Rentfro: It's almost as if Project X doesn't care anymore, like the fight has slowly but surely been beaten out of him and he just wants it to end, who can blame him!?
The ref begins another count as Raizzor once again takes a seat, taking any breather he can get... just in case.
Unbelievably, Project X once again begins to stir.
He grabs onto Raizzor's feet and starts to pull himself up using Raizzor's legs.
Project X gets onto his knees and collapses into Raizzor's lap.
Rentfro: This is just not possible! There needs to be an episode of "Ripley's Believe it or Not" on these guys!
Raizzor lifts Project X's head out of his lap and nails it with a right hand. Project X is sent flying backwards and begins to crawl away from Raizzor who seems to very reluctantly get out of the comfort of the chair and pursue. Project X gets to the ring apron and uses it to help pull himself up onto his feet. Raizzor comes up behind him and Project X takes a wild swing at him that is easily ducked, followed by a left that goes nowhere near Raizzor and another right that goes absolutely nowhere.
Rentfro: The blood is starting to get into the eyes of Project X and that mask isn't doing him any favors, he can't see a damn thing!
McDaniel: Hello... am I still on!?
Rentfro: Ah, you're finally awake, you're missing one Hell of a match!
McDaniel: Where the Hell are you!?
Rentfro: Somewhere out of harm’s way... Now, stop asking questions and get back to what you do best, call the match.
Raizzor jabs Project X who again retaliates with a heavy swing and a miss. Another blow from Raizzor that staggers Project X towards the barricade. Raizzor approaches Project X, taking care to come from the side but Project X seems to sense his approach even without his sight and gets lucky as he swings a huge haymaker that connects bang on Raizzor's chin. Raizzor is floored.
Rentfro: And now the tables have turned once again, but if Project X can't see, he won't keep his advantage for long!
Project X reaches down and feels around on the floor, trying to find Raizzor's body with no success. Frustration begins to creep in as he lets out a roar and rips off his own mask!!!
McDaniel: Project X just unmasked himself!!!
Rentfro: He had to if he wants to win! You can't fight a man like Raizzor blind!
The crowd gasps at the action but very little can be made out of his face as the white mask is only replaced with one of crimson blood. Project X wipes his sleeve at where the blood has collected in his eyes and some of his vision seems to return. He looks up and sees that Raizzor has rolled himself into the ring where he has propped himself into a sitting position against the turnbuckles. The excessive blood loss starting to drain away at him as well. The now unmasked Project X makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring, and seems to be on last legs as he does so. Project X stands in one corner and Raizzor pulls himself up into a standing position in the other.
McDaniel: No matter what punishment is dished out, both men always make it back to a vertical position and a stare down!
Rentfro: Both men come from the old school with a combined 18 years of experience between them and this is damn sure an old school match for our World championship!
Raizzor makes the first movements towards Project X, but for the first time we see Project X's unmasked, malevolent grin that shows him up to no good. Raizzor pauses as Project X roots in his trunks and produces not one but two knuckle busters, one for each hand.
McDaniel: In the first brawl between these two, one of those were what Project X used to beat Raizzor down and end the match!
Rentfro: He must have brought them along tonight as his Plan Z.
Raizzor takes a moment to re-evaluate the situation but is forced to raise his guard as Project X comes rushing in.
Project X whips a right hand around his guard that sends blood spraying into the horrified fans at ringside. The swelling around Raizzor's left eye seems instant as he staggers about the ring, refusing to go down.
Project X nails another right hook that nearly rolls Raizzor's eyes into the back of his head, but again he stays on his feet. Although this time he is swaying and on the brink of collapsing. His guard is dropped and he is defenseless.
An uppercut connects and what looks like a tooth flies out of Raizzor's mouth as he collapses in a bloody heap on the mat.
Rentfro: An uppercut Mike Tyson would have been proud of!
McDaniel: Mike Tyson never used any knuckle busters in the ring!
Rentfro: I'm sure he would of if he didn't have to wear those gloves.
McDaniel: In any case, Raizzor looks out cold here.
Project X seems satisfied that his job is done and slumps himself against the turnbuckles in the corner, the chair shots from earlier still playing havoc with his head as the ref begins a count.
Raizzor begins to stir but before he can make a motion to get to his feet, Project X pounces on him and drives the knuckle buster right into his knee cap.
McDaniel: Project X broke up the ten count himself when he saw Raizzor starting to move!
Raizzor reaches for his knee which cries out in pain but Project X bats his hands away and drives the knuckle buster into the knee once again. BOOM! Again. BOOM! Again. Project X continues pounding the knee until he gets the satisfactory response from Raizzor, a grunt of pain, signaling that something has been seriously hurt.
McDaniel: I think Project X has just dislocated one of Raizzor's knee caps with those repeated knuckle buster shots!
Rentfro: Smart man. Project X is beginning to realize that hitting Raizzor in the head or nailing him with a finishing move is not going to keep him down, but if you take away a man's ability to walk, then he's yours for the taking! If Raizzor can't physically stand, then Project X will win this match!
then rears back to bring forth the ultimate impact when Raizzor swings his arm
up hard, knocking the knuckle buster from PX’s right hand!
Raizzor then brings his good leg up into an L shape under PX’s neck and
the other leg, damaged comes over as Raizzor pulls PX’s bloodied heard forward
into a Triangle-Choke hold!
Now this is something Raizzor does not do very often, a submission move!
He has Project X locked in tightly, and in this position his damaged leg isn’t
being used as much, and he can let some of the pain ebb!
secures the move tighter and tighter, as Project X frantically tries to fight
out of it! PX
swings his left hand, with the knuckle buster but Raizzor deflects it!
With the tightening grip, PX is forced to focus on escape rather than
Of all the action tonight, we’ve come to the point that it falls to whether PX
can escape this triangle choke hold or not!
The ring is littered, the outside area is done for, and there’s just no where
that hasn’t been destroyed in one way or another by these two behemoths!
But at the moment, they’re dead center of the ring, and nowhere to go!
crowd is roaring, many screaming for PX to tap out, but even so it would not
growls and spits blood through torn lips and he wrenches more and more and PX
begins to fade, not that there was far to go!
A full two minutes pass and the crowd explodes to life as Project X
begins to tap on Raizzor’s leg, wanting it to end, but the ref can’t stop
the match that way! Raizzor
just refuses to let go, his rage carrying his need to put PX out of commission
once and for all!
Project X tapped, but that’s not how this has to end!
Raizzor has to release the hold and let a ten count stand, but he’s flat out
shots, leg drops from the top rope and knuckle busters could not do the trick,
so it’s come down to just cutting PX’s ability to live!
stuffs his calf deeper into PX’s throat, ripping some hair out as he finds
deeper purchase on his head to hold him in place. The crowd is getting restless,
as almost four full minutes have passed with Raizzor keeping a firm grip on PX.
PX still struggles a bit, but is losing consciousness fast.
Everyone realizes that Raizzor may actually be trying to snuff PX’s
life out of him!
Ok, this may be going too far!
If he doesn’t let go…. If PX actually stops breathing, it’s murder, no
matter how you call it!
PX has been saying that Raizzor isn’t a monster, just a man! Do you think it
snapped inside Raizzor to really, truly, prove it otherwise?!
We’re not a ‘story’ fed, the things that happen here are real! Flynn’s
accident at the hands of the MoA, and all that happened to Enika, it’s not
can’t get away with this!
seems that the air in the arena has turned cold, people are starting to look at
each other with questioning stares.
The ringside people also wonder and finally Joe Boxer and Chamelion come
out on stage, wondering together if there is need to just stop this match all
the crowd bursts into roars as Raizzor releases the hold, and hobbles to his
The blood from his wounds have covered Raizzor from head to shoulders, and
Raizzor leans left to right as he is woozy and asleep on his feet. However, PX
is down, and down good.
Raizzor points and demands the count! The ref, relieved that the hold is
broken, does the count
Not a peep from PX, this has to be it!
Whether he went too far or not, Raizzor did what he felt he had to do to put PX
down for real!
WHAT?? NO WAY!
Raizzor comes in, shoving the ref out of the way.
Raizzor picks PX up and turns him over for the Tombstone Shoulder
THIS IS IT!!
Raizzor’s knee gives a bit, and PX who is not awake, but just going on
instinct, wiggles and turns it over, and now has Raizzor in a Tombstone
gasps, however, as the strength has not returned to do the move, and Raizzor
wiggles himself, and turns it over Yet again, and before his feet fully hit the
canvas, he surges forward and connects with a normal tombstone, avoiding the use
of his knee!
I expected the shoulder breaker, but Raizzor realized his knee was done for and
didn’t dare finish it off for good!
rises up and falls against the ropes.
The ref begins the count!
I don’t see PX moving at all!
Do you think it’s finally over!?
coughs up blood, and rolls to his stomach!
OH COME ON!!
PX is on his knees, but there’s no life in his eyes.
At this point, Raizzor is beyond caring, and pain or no pain, the
Soul-Taker bounces off the ropes, comes at PX and PX jumps to his feet and grabs
Raizzor by the throat! The
crowd is in awe, as PX roars and lifts Raizzor into the air!
Raizzor spins out of the grip, lands behind Project X and falls as his knee
gives out! The
crowd is stunned as Raizzor flails in the ring, holding his knee in tremendous
pain! PX wavers
around, dazed and even though he sees what happened it does not register. He
merely reaches down and tries to pick Raizzor up, but Raizzor’s dead weight is
too much and PX just falls back against the ropes, begging the ref to count!
PX doesn’t have anything left!
He’s just praying that with the damage he’s done, Raizzor won’t get up for
PX is trying to wipe the blood from his face, peering out as the ref is reaching
The damage has been done, no way Raizzor gets up from this! NO F’ing way!!
sits up and the arena’s roof is blown away from the screams and cheers!
PX and Raizzor exchange looks, but a new kind of look. Gone seems to be
the hatred, the rage.. Now they just look at each other with awe, perhaps even
motions Raizzor to rise, a smug smile comes across his face now, knowing Raizzor
then his eyes go wide, for Raizzor does come to his feet, and while he favors
the injured knee greatly, and takes huge deep breaths that rocks his upper body
back and forth, he does not back down! In fact, Raizzor calls for PX!
Let’s finish this!!!
cries out and lunges, and Raizzor comes to meet him head on! They collide, and
PX gets the upper hand and hits a knee lift to Raizzor’s groin!! Raizzor
doubles in pain, a bit of vomit comes out of his mouth, and PX hoists him up
into a Last Ride Power bomb!
PX connects and Raizzor bounces off the canvas!
PX just used one of Raizzor’s signature moves against him!
doesn’t stop, he hoists Raizzor up and goes for another, but Raizzor blocks
and counters with The Probe!
HOLY!! Now Raizzor responds with PX’s own finisher!!
time, Raizzor does not allow a count and he hoists PX up.
PX amazingly, knocks Raizzor’s hand away and races to the ropes!
PX comes back with an attempted clothesline, but Raizzor ducks and
mirrors the dash to the ropes! Raizzor bounces off and comes back with a flying
clothesline, and he connects!!!
It feels like they’ve got their energy back!
But where are they siphoning it from!!!?
amazing as it seems, it’s PX who is up first and he raises his fist into the
air, watching Raizzor roll in pain with the hurt knee again!
PX decides he will finish Raizzor off by making him tap, and he hoists
Raizzor’s legs up and goes for what appears to be a SHARP SHOOTER! PX bends
down for the second leg, when Raizzor suddenly springs forward and latches onto
PX’s hair again, and brings him down into…
TRIANGLE CHOKE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
cinches it in, a murderous, crazed look in his eyes, as he repeats the same
actions from earlier! He
holds the hair, which is ripping out bit by bit… his good leg in position, his
bad leg outside!! Raizzor
rears back, pushing and pulling his body and putting PX into a detrimental
PX is fading!! His arms are down, there may be nothing left of the champion!
Raizzor’s wrenching and wrenching!!!
I don’t think he’ll let go this time!!
crowd watches intently as the moments tick by!!
Suddenly, PX’s body becomes totally lax, a position not seen in him all
then releases the hold, and rolls to his knees, careful to put little pressure
on the damaged limb. The
I get the feeling we may be here all night!!!!
Raizzor’s up, holding the corner for dear life, as his only crutch!
I see stirring!!!!
OMG! PX is holding his left hand up, and.. and.. he’s extending his middle
OH GOD, it’s finally over!! It’s over!!!
I am at a loss of words, at least until I get my breath back!!
ref is over with Emerson, and says a few words before Emerson holds of the mic!
Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the
winner of the match……
pause, and the collective arena goes dead silent.
Emerson: and NEW PWA WORLD
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION; RAIZZOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
exploding cheers deafen the announcers out, and Raizzor shakes his head, unsure
if he heard correctly. The
ref has the belt, and he’s handing it to Raizzor who takes it with
It’s not yet sinking in that he’s won the match!
Likely not enough blood left for any oxygen to get to the brain!
music begins to play, and Raizzor barely moves, watching as PX rolls to his
side, coughing up blood.
There is a pause, as the two look at each other.
PX sees the title on Raizzor’s shoulder and swallows, tasting his own
bile. Still, he nods but once, and indicates he’ll soon have it back!
Raizzor feels a moment of need to continue the punishment, but his bodies
aches argue otherwise. Raizzor steps from the ring, being helped by two onsite
medics, and PX pushes his own medics aside, as he gets to his knees.
When you see them like this, it’s hard to believe that Raizzor won over PX.
Raizzor is accepting help for his knee, but PX refuses attention!
I think tonight they both proved they were monsters in their own right, each
from a different sort of world!
the lights go out and Raizzor’s music is cut short.
The arena is abuzz, knowing something huge is about to happen, when the
stage bursts to light! The collective crowd gasps as there is a burning effigy
of Project X hanging from chains in the middle of the stage… above it on the
ADC-tron, the symbol of the M.o.A. appears!
The camera angle from the corner of the ramp catches Raizzor
half way up, his blood illuminated by the licking flames and Project X in
the middle of the ring, both staring darkly at the symbol of Project X burning
Oh God! The MoA, the MoA is sending a message to.. to Project X!!!
Have they selected a target?? Have they chosen X as their sacrifice in this
turns around, and the two men stare back and forth to each other.. and Raizzor
spreads his arms out wide, his eyes going back in his head and the last thing we
see before going to black…. Is the silhouette of the new PWA World Champion,
bathed in the burning flames of a charred Project X!