"The Price I Pay" 
May 30th, 2008


"The Iceman" Kyle Stevenson vs "The Savior" Bronx Williams

McDaniel: "Friday Night Chaos is starting off right with a match between The Savior Bronx Williams taking on The Iceman Kyle Stevenson."

Rayne: "What exactly is he the Savior of?"

McDaniel: "Maybe Chaos this week, who knows."

Eric Emerson: "All the way from Huntington Beach , California . He stands at 6 feet and 5 inches, he weighs in at 225 pounds. He is "The Iceman... Kyle Stevenson."
The familiar bass riff to “Schism” by Tool begins to play over the PA system. Then all of a sudden it stops and we hear a needle
scratch as if taken abruptly off the record.

The lights dim as the opening riff to “The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play. The arena turns a blood red as the first verse starts.

##Just when you thought it was over##
##The sky turned black and we all fell to Earth##
##Dead in our tracks, we were frozen in fact##
##Choking to Breathe then came the seas##
##Wash away impurities, wash away everything that couldn’t be##

As the song hits the chorus the man steps out in front of a white light projecting his silhouette out into the crowd. The lights come up to reveal Kyle
Stevenson standing at the entrance ramp. He’s wearing face paint and a black trench coat over his usual ring gear. He carries a Singapore cane down to
the ring with him. He stands there for a moment. He then walks calmly to the ring. He enters and goes to his corner. He sets the cane in the corner and
takes off the jacket. “The End” fading away.

Rayne: "Kyle is on a roll after last week defeating Duff."

McDaniel: "But Bronx is a much different wrestler and we will have to see how he fares against the slightly smaller man, at least in height smaller anyways."

Eric Emerson: "Standing at 6 feet and 4 inches, weighing in at 245 pounds all the way from the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn ... The Savior... Bronx Williams."

The words "Welcome to your Salvation" appears on the Tron. "Eat You Alive" blares through the speakers and the red pyros explode
through the arena. The crowd raises to their feet as they see Bronx Williams walks out and down the rampway. Bronx stops in the middle of the rampway and
gives the sign for the crucifix. He continues walking down the rampway and then slides into the ring. Bronx hops up on the nearest turnbuckle and gives
the sign for the crucifix. He hops down and sits in the corner, waiting for his match to begin.

ding ding ding

McDaniel: "Both Kyle and Bronx are similar in height, but Bronx has a slightly larger weight advantage here."

Kyle rushes out of the corner catching Bronx with a quick dropkick to his chest. Bronx hits the mat to roll over and get back to his feet. Bronx turns and faces Kyle, who has a smirk on his face, showing his cheeky grin to Bronx . Bronx chargex, but is caught by a drop toe hold, he hits the mat face first. Bronx rolls over, facing Kyle again, who's cheeky grin is even cheekier.

Rayne: "Kyle better watch out, just because he won last week is no reason to get cocky."

McDaniel: "I don't think he is listening though."

Crowd: "C'mon and wrestle." (clap, clap, clap clap clap) "C'mon and wrestle." (clap, clap, clap clap clap).

Bronx and Kyle meet in the middle of the ring for a test of strength as they lock up Bronx quickly gets the advantage over Kyle.

Rayne: "The slight weight advantage that Bronx has helps him here."

McDaniel: "But Kyle is trying to fight back."

Bronx lets go of the hold and nails Kyle with a left hand to his temple. Kyle stumbles back, he gains his footing and charges back at Bronx . Bronx hits Kyle with a clothesline, dropping Kyle to the ground. Bronx places his foot on Kyle's throat and the ref begins admonishing him to remove his foot.

Ref: "one... two... three... four.. fi"

Bronx removes his foot and picks Kyle up. Kyle is gasping for air, Bronx picks Kyle up for a gorilla press and drops Kyle face first into the mat.

Rayne: "Did you see Kyle bounce there?"

McDaniel: "bounce, you mean like a basketball?"

Rayne: "It looked like he bounced."

McDaniel: "I think Bronx is just playing with Kyle here, clearly over confident."

Rayne: "Over confident? Clearly confident in his abilities."

Bronx bends to pick up Kyle by the hair and is caught by rapid fire rib punches. Bronx lets go to grasp his ribs, but Kyle does not relent his slight advantage, he continues the attack. Bronx begins to defend himself, before turning the tide against Kyle with a thumb to Kyle's eyes. Kyle grabs his face and Bronx nails Kyle with a running clothesline that sends Kyle to the ropes. The momentum of the blow causes Kyle to bounce back into another clothesling by Bronx , sending Kyle to the mat. Bronx hits the ropes and comes down with a leg drop across the face of Kyle Stevenson. Bronx goes for the cover.

one... two... Kyle's shoulderraises quickly after the count of two. Bronx is furious repeatedly slamming his fist into Kyle's face, wiping the paint from his face. Kyle is helpless to stop the onslaught of punches. Bronx gets to his feet and hits Kyle with one of his trademark moves, the wheelbarrow suplex. Kyle seems to be out cold in the corner.

Rayne: "I think he knocked Kyle out with that move."

McDaniel: "Who knows, all I know is Kyle isn't moving, but he is breathing."

Rayne: "Always a good sign."

Bronx walks over to the body of Kyle, climbs to the top rope and nails Kyle with an elbow to Kyle's temple. Bronx then begins to kick away at Kyle's injured temple.

Rayne: "Looks like he is trying to bust Kyle's skull."

McDaniel: "He very well may be trying to do just that."

Bronx goes for the cover.

one... two... three. The ref goes to signal for the bell before noticing that Kyle's foot was on the rope. Bronx has already jumped onto the middle turnbuckle, playing to the crowd. the ref quickly tells Bronx that the match isn't over. Bronx turns around, looking at the ref confused; however he does not move from the middle turnbuckle. Kyle gets to his feet, slowly, but realizing the match is still taking place prepares himself for something big. Bronx finally relents and gets off the middle turnbuckle. He then turns to the referee and asks what happened. Finally understanding what happened, he turns to head toward Kyle, but Kyle spears Bronx down to the mat. Kyle goes for the cover.

one... two.. Bronx kicks out quickly.

Rayne: "Fast count there."

McDaniel: "You always say that when your guy nearly gets pinned, and you say the opposite when your favorite tries to pin his opponent."

Rayne: "So.. what are you saying?"

McDaniel: "Nothing, its hopeless."

Kyle is frustrated, but quickly begins his assault. He jumps to the middle rope, backflipping onto Bronx , he goes for the pin again.

one two.. Bronx kicks out again.

Rayne: "Fast pin attempts aren't going to win the match."

McDaniel: "The only thing they are going to do is tick Bronx off."

Kyle backs up runs a short distance jumps on the middle rop to fly backward and hits Bronx with a knee to the throat. Kyle heads to the top turnbuckle climbing to the top Kyle dives head first and nails Bronx with a flying headbutt. Kyle rolls off and is quickly back to punishing Bronx ' head and throat area. Kyle lands numerous kicks and knees to Bronx 's head and neck. Kyle sets up Bronx for his main finisher. Kyle whips Bronx into the corner, but Bronx having scouted Kyle expertly slides outside of the ring to stop the move. Kyle sees this and runs for the corner, jumping to the outside aiming for Bronx . Bronx catches the flying form of Kyle and rams Kyle into the ring post back first. The referee begins his count.

Rayne: "Daring move by Kyle there."

McDaniel: "If he hits it, great, but high risk maneuvers have a high tendency to backfire, and badly."

Bronx holds onto Kyle as he climbs to the top turnbuckle. With Kyle still in his arms, Bronx leaps fro the top turnbuckle and lands on top of Kyle driving the wind out of Kyle.

one... two.. Bronx gets up and shakes his head at the ref.

McDaniel: "Should have stayed down to get the pin there, Bronx ."

Rayne: "I think he wants to put Kyle away for good and for him to not try and kick out again."

Bronx grabs up Kyle and quickly hits his finisher called "Body Bag Bitches."

Rayne: It's over, clearly, right in the middle of the ring."

McDaniel: "But Bronx isn't going for the cover just yet. Now its over, Bronx just hit the Bronx Kutter."

Bronx lays over Kyle's limp body for the cover.

one... two... three Bronx looks around to make sure Kyle's foot or any other body part is on the ropes before finally getting to his knees then his feet.

ding ding ding

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match... The Savior... Bronx Williams."

Rayne: "Good match, right person won."

McDaniel: "Sad to see that Kyle's win last week was only a single victory and not the beginning of a streak."

Rayne: "To our next match."  

Ledge vs Nightmare

McDaniel: "Next, is a great match. Ledge vs. Nightmare."

Rayne: "I thought these two were friends?"

McDaniel: "Not sure."

Eric Emerson: "The following match is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. I will be announcing each 5 minute intervals to the crowd."

A familiar drum line begins as “Bulls in Brooklyn ” by The Academy Is… begins over the loudspeakers.

“Some people have it and other people don't”

Eric Emerson: Now entering the ring…

“You been making some threats. Got my name and address
I'm breaking habits you don't want to know”

Eric Emerson: …hailing from Atlanta , Georgia

“Although I'm wearing my clothes, feeling cold and exposed, yeah
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh)”

Eric: …standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 237 lbs…

“Don't say you miss me, you probably don't”

Eric Emerson: …LEDGE!

Ledge comes bursting from back. He stops at the entranceway, surveying the crowd and taking in their noise. He begins the long walk to the ring slowly,
letting every moment sink in.

“Well I been crossing some lines, that most folks won't yeah”
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh)”
As the chorus starts, Ledge seems to come alive, spurting to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. He stands, throwing his arms into the air and
circling ring, allowing the fans to have their say.

“Don't say you're more than this, or above all this
With your "blah blah blah" and all your friends
Don't say you think you know when you know you don't
Because tonight the bulls are in Brooklyn and you're still at home”

As the chorus comes to a close, Ledge finds his corner and crouches into it, awaiting the start of the match.

McDaniel: "We are in the hometown of our next superstar to be introduced, he hails from Los Angeles ..."

Rayne: "Idiot, you just said that this is his hometown and you are going to tell these folks where they are at? They already know, and you are on Rampage, geez, what is this company coming to now that Raizor has control?"

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'9" and weighting in at 280 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the air as "The Great American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie begins to play as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and cropped
halter tops rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the music. The arena lights begin to strobe in synchronicity to the music as
the opening guitar riff hits its crescendo, the huge monitors flashing in counterpoint.

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

Eric Emerson: He hails from Los Angeles, California... he is Jonathon Wehali... he is...

Spotlights pan through the stadium, scanning through the air. Suddenly the entrance explodes with a spike of red pyros as the monitors begin showing highlights
from Nightmare's previous matches. Icons and champions go down to his kicks and strikes. Superstars and legends tap out to his submission holds. One after
another faces famous, infamous, and unknown are shown, each being driven into the canvas headfirst. The footage then burns away to a single word suspended
in darkness: NIGHTMARE. It then shatters, the monitor going black.

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

Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!

As a shower of red pyros rains down upon the stage, Nightmare steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face.

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

Nightmare scans the crowd like a general surveying his troops. His gaze then settles upon the ring. Making his way forward he slaps hands with the fans.

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

Arriving at ringside, Nightmare selects a lovely young woman out of the crowd, placing his signature Gargoyle sunglasses upon her head then posing with
the fans before turning to once again view the ring.

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

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

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

Nightmare walks to the center of the ring and pumps his fist into the air. The four corner posts of the ring erupt into an explosion of red pyros as the
song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the dancing girls return to the back.

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

Nightmare takes his place in his corner to await the beginning of the match.

Ledge and Nightmare stare at each other from opposite corners, waiting on the bell to ring.

ding ding ding

They both nod at each other and set to grapple. Ledge takes down Nightmare, who seems to be looking at something in the rafters.

Rayne: "What is that idiot looking at, did Ledge knock him loopy with just the baby knockdown?"

McDaniel: "Nightmare's mind might not be on this match, it seems to be elsewhere. He might be waiting for another run in and attack. Seems that everyone is getting attacked here lately."

Nightmare bounces back to his feet and him and Ledge grapple back in the middle of the ring. Ledge turns, grasping Nightmare in a headlock, driving Nightmare back to the mat. Nightmare struggles back to his feet and whips Ledge into the ropes. Ledge holds onto the headlock and they go back to the mat. Nightmare seems to be getting frustrated and brings his legs up under him for better purchase. Ledge noticing that Nightmare is going for something big blocks Nightmare's attempts with an elbow to his head. Nightmare shrugs off the elbow and drop toe holds Ledge to the mat. Nightmare then gets Ledge in a headlock, synching the hold in firm.

Rayne: "The two have swapped places here."

McDaniel: "But it was interesting how it happened."

Rayne: "Ledge sensed something was fixing to happen, but didn't have time to prepare for two things happening."

The two get back to their feet with Ledge still in the headlock. He elbows Nightmare in the gut, but Nightmare doesn't break the hold. Ledge falls quickly to a knee, but just as quicklygrabs the left of Nightmare and is back up to a vertical base with Nightmare hanging on. Ledge falls backwards, but Nightmare uses his weight andLedge's momentum against him and rolls Ledge on over to where Ledge is face down on the mat. Ledge is getting upset now and pounds the mat.

McDaniel: "Impressive, but back to nearly the same position as before."

Rayne: "I want to see some action, not this crap."

Nightmare seems to have heard Rayne as he stands and allows Ledge to obtain a vertical base. The two lock up back in the middle of the ring and Nightmare is whipped into the ropes. As Nightmare bounces off the ropes, he is caught by a clothesline, Nightmare goes down to the mat. Ledge bounces off the ropes, goes for a leg drop, but hits nothing but mat. Nightmare rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Nightmare runs to another side of the ring and back into the ring. Ledge heads towards Nightmare, but is hit with a dropkick to the chest. Ledge stumbles backwards and Nightmare is on him with chops and forearms to the upper body.

Rayne: "boring.."

McDaniel: "Have to agree here, not much action."

Nightmare whips Ledge into a corner and follows behind him with a clothesline to the throat. Nightmare looks at the crowd and climbs to the top.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... as Nightmare goes for the eighth punch Eric Emerson announces that 5 minutes have elapsed. Seeing his oppurtunity, Ledge pushes Nightmare to the mat. Nightmare lands on his feet, but is stunned from the move. Ledge bursts from the corner with fists flying all pretense of friendship forgotten.

Rayne: "Friends or not, the fists are flying now... Hell Yeah."

McDaniel: "That distraction was what Ledge needed."

Rayne: "But the first 5 minutes were just wasted with that damn headlock shit."

Ledge and Nightmare are trading punches with neither gaining much of an advantage over the other. Ledge ducks a haymaker from Nightmare and catches Nightmare's chin with an uppercut. Nightmare stumbles backwards and Ledge punches even harder. Nightmare is now in the opposite corner from where he had such an advantage over Ledge, only moments before. Nightmare is stunned in the corner and Ledge rams his shoulder repeatedly into Nightmare's gut. Nightmare tries to fight back by feebly punching Ledge's back, but he is so winded by the shoulder blocks to his stomach that there is nothing behind the punches.

McDaniel: "Ledge has quite an advantage here with those repeated shoulder blocks."

Rayne: "I just hope that Nightmare's lunch or supper doesn't come up, that'd be nasty."

Ledge backs up and begins working over the head of Nightmare with fists to the head. Nightmare's head is rocked back just to bounce back right in the line of fist fire from Ledge. Ledge grabs the arm of Nightmare and he wrenches it behind his back and lifts up at an extremely painful angle. Nightmare cries out in pain. Nightmare reaches behind him and accidently pokes Ledge in the eye, the hold is broken. Nightmare realizing what he has done by accident turns around but is tackled by Ledge.

Rayne: "I know why this match is so boring, these two have trained together."

McDaniel: "Nightmare is worried about hurting Ledge's back and left arm."

Rayne: "Hurt his ass, you wimp!"

McDaniel: "Didn't you say you was not going to be pulling for either wrestler in their matches?"

Rayne: "Hell no!"

Ledge throws Nightmare into the ropes and grabs his arm bringing both men down to the mat. Ledge applies a crippler crossface type hold on Nightmare to try and wear him down.

Eric Emerson: "10 minutes have elapsed, there are 10 minutes to go."

Rayne: "Come on wrestle, fight, whatever."

McDaniel: "Only 10 minutes to go."

Nightmare fights to the ropes and the hold is broken. Nightmare stands there trying to get the kink out of his shoulder, but Ledge grabs Nightmare in a hold preparing for a belly to back suplex. Nightmare senses what is fixing to happen and begins throwing elbows to the left and right side of Ledge's head. Ledge tries to hold on, but has to relinquish the hold when a particular nasty elbowcatches him in the eye that Nightmare poked earlier. Ledge grabs the eye and doubles over. Nightmare runs to hit the corner and bounces back catching Ledge with a running kick to the face. Ledge goes down and rolls out of the ring. Nightmare gets back to the top turnbuckle, but is not going for a high flying move, he just stares out at the crowd.

Rayne: "Finally some action and the wimpy Ledge rolls out of the ring."

McDaniel: "But he is back in now and Nightmare doesn't realize it yet."

Nightmare seemed to be concentrating particular hard at the crowd, he has noticed Ledge sliding back into the ring. Ledge is trying to sneak up on Nightmare, but Nightmare leaps backwards and hits Ledge with a roundhouse kick. Ledge goes down with a thud on the mat. Nightmare landed wrong and seems to have hurt his ankle.

McDaniel: "Nightmare landed really wrong there, he may be hurt."

Rayne: "But did you see that kick, nearly took Ledge's head off."

Nightmare is shaking his leg harder and harder and placing very little weight on his right ankle. He tries to walk over to Ledge but stumbles and catches himself on the middle rope before he falls fully to the mat. Sweat is pouring from both men, but more especially Nightmare, due to the pain. Nightmare is limping heavily towards Ledge before he trips over Ledge's outstretched foot, Nightmare falls. The two lay there listening to the ref count.







seven... Ledge is moving slowly, but Nightmare is moving as well, grabbing his ankle.

eight... Ledge is up to his knees thanks to the ropes

nine... Ledge stands and nods to the ref that he wants to continue.

McDaniel: "Nearly a double countout there."

Rayne: "Finally some great action."

Ledge looks down at his trainer's hurt ankle and Nightmare nods for him to finish the job, because he would.

Eric Emerson: "15 minutes have elapsed, 5 minutes to go."

McDaniel: "Dang, come on guys hurry."

Rayne: "Come on Ledge, you can do it."

Ledge grabs Nightmare's arm and drags him to the middle of the ring. Ledge bounces off the ropes that Nightmare is facing and goes for a dropkick to Nightmare's face. Nightmare lays backwards and Ledge's kick misses, Nightmare with a last reserve flips Ledge over and hooks him into a front face lock. Ledge stands up and Nightmare is forced to stand on his hurt ankle. The two lock up once again in the middle of the ring and this time Nightmare comes out on top. He whips Ledge into the ropes and catches him with a knee to the face. Ledge goes down.

Rayne: "Come on Nightmare, you can do it!"

McDaniel: "Thought you were pulling for Ledge."

Rayne: "Not anymore, Nightmare's ankle isn't really hurt."

McDaniel: "He seems to be fighting through the pain."

Nightmare grabs Ledge, but Ledge rolls him up and over, but too far for a pin attempt.

Eric Emerson: 3 minutes remaining."

The two get back up hurridly and trade a few punches before each hit the ropes and hit each other with a double clothesline. Both wrestlers hit the mat, but are up again just as quickly.

Rayne: "The fire has been lit under these two when they heard only 3 minutes left."

McDaniel: "This is the fastest part of the match here."

Ledge goes to throw a punch, but Nightmare ducks, throwing a punch of his own, the punch misses as Ledge rocks backwards out of reach.

Eric Emerson: "2 minutes remaining."

They lock up again and Nightmare gains the advantage by wrenching Ledge's arm behind his back. Ledge runs towards a corner and falls to his knees causing Nightmare to fly over his head. Nightmare does a flip in the air and stumbles on his ankle, he turns to face Ledge who is grinning..

Eric Emerson: "1 minute remaining."

Rayne: "Come on, less than 60 seconds now."

McDaniel: "This has turned into one awesome match once the 5 minutes left announcement was made."

The two circle each other, smilling and jawing words at each other.

Eric Emerson: "30 seconds remaining."

They hear the announcement and run, again each clothesline the other, they both fall to the mat and are much slower getting up this time.

Eric Emerson: "15 seconds remaining.

Rayne: "Hurry jackasses, less than 13 seconds now."

The two get up and bounce off the ropes, and both head for a spear.

McDaniel: "With Nightmare having trained Ledge for so long, they both know each other very well."

Rayne: "The idiots both went for a spear."

The sound of their skulls meeting together in the middle of the ring is heard up in the rafters of the building, they both fall to the mat and blood is oozing from each of their respective heads.

Eric Emerson: "5 seconds, four.. three... two... one."

The ref signals for the bell.

ding ding ding

Rayne: Damn! the idiots."

Eric Emerson: "Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has been declared a no contest due to the time expiring."

McDaniel: "One hell of a match there right at the end."

Rayne: "If the whole entire match had been that way, it would have been a-fucking-mazing."

McDaniel: "Agreed, but now, on to our main event of the evening."  

Main Event

Matthew "Virus" Engel vs Scar

Rayne: "McDaniel, we are here with an exciting match up for our main event tonight on Chaos."

McDaniel: "A veteran of PWA in Matthew Virus Engel, taking on a PWA newbie in Scar."

Rayne: "Should be great, lets get to the action."

Gonna pulp you to a mess of bruises
'Cos that's what you're looking for
There's a hole where your nose used to be
Gonna kick you out of my door

(The lights go out. All we can see are flashes of light coming from cameras)

Gotta get into a fight
Can't get out of it
Gotta get into a fight

(A picture of a man flashes on the screen falling down through three scaffolds)

Gonna blow you to a million pieces
Blow you sky high, I don't care
Splatter matter on the bloody ceiling
Blow the building right into the air

(More pictures of this man wrestling in matches)

Gotta get into a fight
Can't get out of it
Gotta get into a fight
Gonna put the boot right in
Gotta get into a fight
Yeah watch me now

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 175!

What I want is power, more power
What I need is an innocent life
Wanna do it in the broad daylight
I'm the truck, I'm the suicide

Eric Emerson: He reigns from the city that never sleeps!!

Gotta get into a fight
Can't get out of it
Wanna get into a fight
Gonna get away with it
Gotta get into a fight
Watch me, watch me now

Eric Emerson: He is the one known as Scar!!!!

Yeah gotta get into a fight
Wanna caught the bullet
Wanna get into a fight
Gonna get away with it

(A spotlight hits the entrance as a man with dark shoulder length hair, a black tank top, black shorts and shoes comes walking out of the entrance. He
pauses at the top of the ramp.)

It's all for the greater glory
It's all for a Saturday night
There's a hole where your face used to be
I got you in my telescope sight

(He looks at the crowd and takes in his surroundings then proceeds down to the ring.)

Gotta get into a fight
Gonna shoot the bullet
Can't get out of it
Wanna get into a fight
Gonna get away with it

(He climbs in the ring and as he does the lights come back on)

Rayne: "This superstar is already 1 and 0 here in the PWA."

McDaniel: "He can boast that he retired Circa as well with that victory, but he had better have his "A" game with him to take on Virus."

Suddenly, we hear a voice over the PA system...

Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural...equilibrium.. with their surrounding environment, but you humans do not.
You move to an area and you multiply, and multiple until every natural resource is consumed.

As we listen to voice clips from "The Matrix", the beginning of "Stream of Consciousness" by Dream Theater starts up, soft guitar and bass.

And the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.

There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern.
Do you know what it is?

A virus.

The guitar picks up heavy now, and the drums play a part. The opening sequence of "Stream of Consciousness" comes to an end as a brief part of "Space-Dye
Vest" by Dream Theater plays...a newscasting voice coming over the PA.

Some people gave advice before

About facing the facts, about facing reality.

And this is without a doubt is his biggest challenge ever.

He's going to have to face it.

You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, uh, and, and, and get some help here.

I mean no one can say they know how he feels.

Then, it cuts to the heavy riff and chorus of "The Dark Eternal Night" by Dream Theater. We're getting the theme here. We're getting the message.

Drifting beyond all time

Out of a churning sky

Drawn to the beckoning light

Of the dark eternal night

The music cuts once more, and we get the climaxing moments of "In The Presence of Enemies, Part 2" by Dream Theater.

Dark master within, I will fight for you

Dark master of sin, now my soul is yours

Dark master my guide, I will die for you

Dark master inside...

Matthew "Virus" Engel steps out from backstage. He's dressed in his usual ring attire. He's sporting the dark green tuxedo with a black silk dress shirt
and black tie. His hair is slicked back a little bit and is sporting the goatee more than before, letting it grow out a bit.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Bailey's Bay, Bermuda ...

Matt makes his way down the ramp, green and gold pyros shooting off behind him. There's something different in his stride. He seems more tense, more edgy...paranoia
consumes him while most of the crowd begins to boo him. They didn't appreciate his antics in his three team tag match.

Eric Emerson: ...weighing two hundred and twenty pounds and standing at an even six feet...

We enter part four of this epic twenty five minute song, entitled "Slaughter of the Damned". It's much faster, much darker than the previous part of the
song "Heretic".


Bother trying to find them

They will be coming to you


Fight and destroy until you can't take anymore

Matt doesn't go off to the side and give out his high fives to the fans. They don't want them. He's focused on the ring. He climbs up the steel steps and
enters the ring. Standing in the middle of the ring, he doesn't raise his arm. He doesn't acknowledge the crowd at all. Hate and rage fill his mind and
soul, while he gets himself ready for his match.

Eric Emerson: ..."THE VIRUS" MATTHEW ENGEL!!!


Caught in a moment of weakness

Committed the greatest of all


Half of my soul

And now it's too late for you

Matt takes his jacket, tie, and dress shirt off to reveal a white muscle shirt underneath. With his wrestling boots tucked under his pants, he's ready
to go. "In the Presence of Enemies, Pt 2" shuts down, right before it was about to get to the part where the man fights the evil in his heart and comes
out victorious. The future isn't written for Matt, and we don't know if he can come back to us. But, now, he's consumed by hatred and rage, willing to
die or kill to get what he wants.

ding ding ding

McDaniel: The match is underway with these two staring each other down."

Scar suddenly exits the ring, grabs a steel chair and brings it in. The ref warns him, but Scar simply sits down in the middle of the ring.  He stares at Virus, and holds his hand out and away, indicating that if Virus really can run circles around him, now's the time.  Virus, shaking his head at Scar's attitude, backs up.  Sighing, Scar stands and tosses the chair out of the ring.  He then tries to shake Virus' hand, but with Virus being the veteran that he is just shakes his head. Scar again is trying to shake Virus' hand, this time Virus relents, going for the shake, but beats Scar to the punch by kicking the man in the gut. Scar grabs his midsection and Virus drops an elbow onto Scar's neck.

Rayne: "The niceties were just not observed there by Virus."

McDaniel: "As if Scar was really trying to shake Virus' hand, he would have done the same thing."

Rayne: "True, Virus unloads rights and lefts here on Scar."

Scar falls to the mat under the barrage of punches from Virus, rolling into the fetal position and trying to protect his body from more punishment. Virus seems to have done enough damage, Scar slowly uncurls from the fetal position, but is quickly hit with a severe kick to Scar's head, rolling Scar onto his back.

McDaniel: "A vicious kick from Virus there."

Rayne: "Smart move though letting his opponent think he was tiring of doing the same thing over and over again."

Virus hits the ropes at his back, dropping a leg across the throat of Scar. He covers for the pin.

one... two... Scar kicks out after the count of two.

Rayne: "Wasn't even close, Virus should have known better."

McDaniel: "I agree with you, Virus is the older veteran here and should have continued the match a little longer before the pin attempt."

Rayne: "That is something that Scar pointed out this week, was Virus' age."

McDaniel: "Age has nothing to do with talent, true talent can overcome any age barrier."

Virus knew the match wouldn't be over yet, so he is not upset by the count of two, instead he pulls Scar to his feet, backing him into the corner. Virus grabs Scar by the face and shoves him roughly into the corner, where he begins delivering massive chops to the chest of Scar.

McDaniel: "Scar hasn't been able to mount an offense since the opening bell."

Rayne: "Something that Virus is taking advantage of."

Scar reaches up, blocking the last chop from Virus, but Virus reaches around, slapping Scar upside his face. Scar comes out of the corner with fists flying, catching Virus off-guard. Matthew begins to stumble backwards under the onslaught of Scar until Virus is now backed into a corner. Scar looks at the crowd and starts chopping away at Virus' chest.

Rayne: "The bold and cocky move of Engel there cost him the advantage he had."

McDaniel: "Scar is repaying each and every punch that Matthew threw, with interest."

Scar throws a right uppercut to Matthew's chin, his head is thrown back, comes back down and is met with yet another uppercut. Matthew is reeling, not able to mount his own offense now, not even able to successfully defend himself either. Scar climbs the turnbuckle punching away at Matthew's head.

Crowd: "One... Two... Three... Four..."

Virus grabs Scar, runs into the middle of the ring and connects with a belly to belly suplex, releasing Scar at the last moment. Scar slides catching the ring post between his legs.

Crowd: "OOOOhhhhh."

Rayne: "My sentiments exactly."

McDaniel: "Again, I agree, talk about singing saprano in the morning."

Both Matthew and Scar are down, but Matthew gets up with a grin on his face as he looks at the predicament that his opponent is in. Matthew calmly walks over to Scar, bending down to pick him up. When Scar is about half-way up he knocks Matthew's knees out from underneath him causing Matthew to hit the mat.

McDaniel: "Smart move by Scar."

Rayne: "But I think all he has done is upset Matthew as the two are again staring each other down in the ring."

Matthew wants a test of strength against Scar, who obliges, the two lock up and Matthew quickly has the advantage. Scar's arms are at his side and the pain is showing on his face. Matthew kicks Scar in his stomach, but does not let go of the hold, he is kicking him repeatedly in the gut while holding onto his hands. Matthew adds pressure to Scar's hands causing the man to rise up to a vertical base before releasing the hands, landing another kick to the midsection then connecting with a DDT to the mat. Virus goes for the cover.

one... two... thre NO! Scar kicks out at the last minute to the amazement of the crowd.

Rayne: "Close call there, slow count."

McDaniel: "Fast count if anything."

Virus hits the ropes and rebounds with a springboard flip splash onto Scar. He covers again.

one... two... thr NO! Scar kicks out again.

Virus Fan: "That was three ref!"

McDaniel: "Matthew seems to agree with his supporter because he is now arguing with the referee."

Rayne: "I agree with Matthew and his supporter, slow count and not to mention, his shoulder never left the mat."

Scar has gotten to his hands and knees behind Matthew, who has no idea Scar is moving. Scar looks up and sees his positioning behind Virus, rolls him up for a pin attempt.

one... two... thre NO! Virus kicks his legs and rolls on over breaking the count at the last possible instant.

Rayne: "Now, that was a fast count, if ever I saw one."

McDaniel: "Why again do they have you announcing, you don't know a fast count from a slow count. That there, was the slowest count I think I've ever seen."

Rayne: "Whether slow or fast, Matthew is pissed."

Scar turns to the ref to admonish him for such a slow count.

McDaniel: "Last time someone argued with the ref, it nearly cost them the match, you would think Scar would have noticed that."

Rayne: "Nah, he is too damn dumb to realize it."

Matthew lifts Scar over his shoulder, holding onto his legs with one arm as he wraps his other arm around Scar's head. Matthew throws Scar legs off of his shoulder and spins him around,
he spins to the side and falling to the mat, driving Scar face-first to the mat.

Rayne: "Sons of Plunder."

Matthew goes for the pin.

one... two... three

ding ding ding

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match Matthew "Virus" Engel."

McDaniel: "I think he was sending a messege there to one Mr. Lazarus."

Rayne: "A loud and clear messege there McDaniel, messege loud and very clear."

McDaniel: Well Rayne, it has been one hell of a show, have a good one and I am off to my real job.. Friday Night Rampage. As a matter of fact, get the hell up, Rentfro is coming down after the Chaos stuff is removed, so.. leave."    

Rayne: "Ah hah, I've just been informed that the last match between Matthew Engel and Scar was not our main event for this evening, but the match that is now between, well lets go to the ring for the announcement."

McDaniel: DAMN!

Eric Emerson: "Ladies and Gentlemen, due to the overwhelming response that you have shown here tonight, The owner of the PWA has decided to reward your enthusiasm by adding another match to Friday Night Chaos for you here. The match will pit the PWA Tag Team champions, The Razordolls against the O'Connor Boys. The match will be a non title match and will start in the next few minutes. Mr. Boxer and Mr. Raizor hope that you enjoy the extra match and reminds you fans that have had a little too much to drink... drive safely."

A loud guitar riff hits the PWA P.A system and begins to pick up speed, until the voice of Dropkick Murphys begin singing
"You say its because we're boisterous
You hate us 'cause we got our dignity "

Eric Emerson:
At a total combined weight of 295 pounds, originally from Dublin, Ireland ; now making their home in Boston, Massachusetts, and supposed former members of the IRA, they claim to be the only true Irish tag-team in the PWA.... The O'Connor Boys.

The identical twin brothers walk down to the ring. Behind them the Irish National Flag waves in a breeze on the PWA Big Screen. They stare at the ring and seem to be prepared for any kind of fight.

"We stand together so proud and strong
This is a place where we belong "
"We got loyal friends
We keep our heads held high,
We'll stick together you and I "

They arrive at the ring and roll under the bottom rope and calmly walk to their corner and await the match.

"But the blood that runs right down your wrist
Don't come from a knife, but the cuts on your fist "

Waiting on the entrance music of their opponents to hit the P.A system, the final words of the first verse finish and then the chorus plays:
Never alone...
The city streets are where we roam.
Never alone...
This is Boston it's our home.

Don't need no gang to watch my ass
Just loyal friendship and a pint of Bass
In the midst of the chaos and insanity
I'm a member of the working class society
We'll sweat in the ring and bleed in the streets
But our will and spirit can never be beat

You can shoot and you can kick but together we'll stick
Through thick and thin not stick or stone
Can break the bond that has here grown
Arm and Arm We Fight As One.

Never alone...
The city streets are where we roam."

McDaniel: I can't wait for this match, The O'Connor Boys are fresh off their first victory and are rearing to get in there and fight again."

Rayne(still pissed): "Why in the hell do you get all of the late breaking news, why not me, I am the commentator as well, who's ass are you kissing? Raizor's or Boxer's?"

McDaniel: "Neither, they just like me better than you."

Eric Emerson: Introducing...

He steps back as the room falls dark before a distant sound circles the arena.

Get out there and make it/make it look good

And with a crash the grind of Dead Girl Superstar breaks the speakers as the arena bursts in purple light.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred, forty-six pounds combined...

A flicker cracks the entrance way screen, spinning across a corded SiD logo before we cut skipping and jumping across a shot of Lisa in the ring who then
turns towards us in a freeze frame of a wide tooth grin soaked in blood, her name burn on the screen at her side.

well she threw downtown on a gambling green
and fenced a chicken dog in a movie
a long haired baby got a record machine
like a hacksaw falling on me

A cut again then as the music continues to pound, this time to a close shot of Dahlia with an opponent stooped over her and then we freeze frame again just
as she forces them down to their back in an Armbar. Her name burns again before we cut one last time to a jittering Razordolls logo.

go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon

On the first beat a burst rips across the stage, showering it in fluorescent light.

go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon

The second time through a spotlight floods the entrance ramp as a wall of white sparks that shower the stage around them. It's then that our duo emerges,
Lisa and Dahlia, The Razordolls, the mere sight of them ripping a wave of cheers across the arena, and only growing as the champions lift their belts into
the air - both of which have been removed from their leather strap and replaced on red and white fur for anyone keeping check.

dead girl dead girl

The cheers roll on as Lisa rests her belt on the ramp and takes a knee, extending her hands towards her partner who loops her own into the air and then
bobs on her knees, dressed all in black from her dress to the black mesh sleeves that wrap her arms, all save of course from the contradicting tights -
one in black and white stripe and one in red and black, falling down into a a pair of red and black checkered sneakers.

dead girl dead girl superstar

Lisa then jumps back to her feet as we take a look at her, dressed to the standard in black baggy jeans, red trainers and a white T-Shirt with a simple
SiD logo plastered on the front. Hard to miss though, your eyes fall upon the white tape that wraps her left arm as she holds her palms to the sky.

Eric Emerson: They are your PWA World Tag-Team Champions... Lisa Seldon. Dahlia Starr. I give you... THE RAZORDOLLS!

The ovation only rises on the calling of their name as the two snatch up their belts and sweep down the ramp - Lisa securing hers around her waist while
Dahlia holds hers in one hand, trailing it along the floor as they go.

well she blew uptown on a cemetery sound
and wore her leather pants for week yeah
a canteen butcher got tiger teeth
and a handmade circus freak yeah

Hitting the ring, Dahlia enters first, sliding under the bottom rope and quickly bouncing back to her feet before stepping up the ropes and lifting her
belt to the fans for a loyal cheer. Lisa however remains outside on the apron, hopping up on one knee before leaning back to get a good shot of the fans.
She then hops up to her feet and grasps the ropes.

go go go go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon

Bounding the ropes then, Lisa leap frogs in to her feet and then drops to a knee, holding her arms out as the crowd cheers her on again.

dead girl dead girl

Turning to her corner then, Lisa joins Dahlia, sharing a few words before jumping up the ropes, peeling off her belt and throwing her arms out again, lifting
the fans once more as they roar in approval.

dead girl dead girl superstar

Soaking it in with a smile, she then drops down, turns and leans back into the corner with her partner as the sound begins to fall.

ding ding ding

Dahlia and Seamus start off the match in the ring. Seamus walks over to Dahlia and offers to shake her hand.

Rayne: "Why do people insist on doing this, nothing good ever comes from the action."

McDaniel: "It is an offer of good sportsmanship."

Dahlia looks at Lisa,the crowd, before turning her attention back to Seamus, who's hand is still outstretched. She reaches for his hand, it is not jerked away, and they shake hands wishing each other a good clean match.

Rayne: "Perfect oppurtunity there to take control, neither wrestler did it."

McDaniel: "Told you it was great sportsmanship, we don't see much of that anymore in this business."

They lock up with neither much having an advantage. They let go of the lockup and back up to judge their opponent. They tie up again and Seamus whips Dahlia into the ropes, catching her with ahigh leg lift clothesline type move. Dahlia hits the mat hard, the knee catching her in the mouth. Dahlia wipes her mouth looking for blood, finding none, she tries to get to her feet but is whipped back into the ropes by Seamus. Seamus reaches back and tags Sean. Sean comes into the ring, Seamus lifts up Dahlia and Sean catches her with a flying clothesline from the top rope. Dahlia goes down and Sean covers for the pin.

one... two.. Lisa saves Dahlia, who is stunned by the rapid fire moves from Seamus and Sean. Seamus comes into the ring and chases Lisa back to her corner. Seamus turns his back, heading back to his corner, but is caught with a superkick to the back of his head. Lisa is on him in an instant, beating the back of his head.

Rayne: "Never turn your back on an opponent, especially a women, even more especially the tag team champions."

McDaniel: "They earned those titles by defeating men two and three times their size, this match is more fair for them and they are going to prove they can get the job done against all types of opponents."

The ref gets Lisa and Seamus out of the ring eventually. Sean has Dahlia back to her feet but is caught by a kick to the groin.

Rayne: "Oh no, the mommy and daddy button."

McDaniel: "Watch Austin Powers or something?"

Rayne: "Yeah, wanted to see your mom in there... you know Fat Bastard."

Sean grabs his crotch in pain and is caught with a roundhouse kick to his head. Seamus goes down and Dahlia bounces to the middle turnbuckle flipping backwards he connects with a moonsault onto Sean.

one... two... Sean kicks out easily.

Dahlia goes to her corner to tag in Lisa. Lisa comes into the match and is quickly over to Sean, who gets to his feet and was headed towards his partner Seamus. He nearly makes the tag before being pulled back into a sleeper hold. The hold doesn't last long as Lisatakes Sean's legs out from under him, driving him face first into the mat. Sean eyes begin to roll back into his skull. Lisa is watching Seamus to make sure he doesn't interfere. Seamus sees his brother fading and climbs to the top rop. Dahlia on the other side of the ring sees this and heads into the ring but is too late to prevent Seamus from dropping a knee into Lisa's lower back. Dahlia grabs Seamus, whipping him into the corner. Seamus hits hard bouncing back Dahlia grabs the back of Seamu's head and hits him with a reverse neck breaker. Lisa has released her sleeper hold and is now holding her lower back. Sean is up to his feet, leaning on the ropes for support and kicks Lisa with a superkick. He goes for the cover.

one... two... thre Dahlia saves her partner by pulling Sean's ankles, effectively pulling him off of Lisa.

Rayne: "Pandamonium."

McDaniel: "Lisa and Sean are still the legal wrestlers, but Dahlia and Seamus are going at it again."

Dahlia whips Seamus into the ropes, but he reverses, whipping Dahlia into the far ropes. Dahlia bounces back and back bodied dropped outside. As Dahlia goes over the top rope, her head connects with the ring apron. Seamus turns and seems to be concerned, but remembering that this is a match for some possible recognition, springboards onto the body of Dahlia.

Rayne: "Still pandamonium."

McDaniel: "At least the two legal wrestlers are now the only wrestlers in the ring."

Lisa has Sean under her arm in a bent over headlock position. She wrenches on the neck of Sean. Sean reaches around Lisa and tries to lift her into the air. Lisa flips backwards and dropkicks Sean in the back. Sean stumbles forward, nearly missing the referee. Lisa runs at the back of Sean and hits him with a running bulldog. She quickly goes for the pin.

one... two.. thr Seamus lands a kick to Lisa's temple, rolling her onto her back.. Lisa looks dazed and Seamus is forced out of the ring. Dahlia is still outside of the ring and is now getting to her feet.

Rayne: "Finally some sort of order."

McDaniel: "Dahlia is finally back up after a nasty fall and in her corner."

Rayne: "But how fresh can she be?"

McDaniel: "That remains to be seen."

Dahlia is kneeling now in her corner as Lisa crawls towards her in their corner. Sean is doing the same in the opposite direction, heading for his brother Seamus. Both make tags at the same time. Seamus and Dahlia meet in the middle of the ring with Seamus quickly getting the advantage over the hurt Dahlia. He lifts her in a suplex move, but quickly throws her back down on her front. Spinning he climbs to the top rope and dives with a cannonball onto the back of Dahlia. He pulls her back to her feet and whips her into the opposite ropes, Lisa seeing an oppurtunity to prevent a loss tags herself into the match. Seamus didn't see Lisa tag Dahlia and hits Dahlia with a superkick. He goes for the pin, but the ref doesn't count. Seamus looks up right into the heel of Lisa's shoe. Seamus rolls off of Dahlia. Lisa goes for the pin.

one... two... Seamus kicks out barely before the third count.

Rayne: "What a match."

McDaniel: "Tell me about it, you'd think it was for the tag team championship."

Rayne: "For the O'Connor Boys it is basically, because a win over the Razordolls would be almost as good as winning the Championships at this point. It would get them noticed."

Lisa seems to be getting frustrated with the match, but gathers her emotions in and concentrates on the match even harder. She throws Seamus into the ropes, careful to not throw him near Sean, and catches Seamus with a roundhouse kick to Seamu's face. She goes for the pin again.

one... two... Sean dives hitting a famasser, a favorite move of Lisa's on her.

Rayne: "That doesn't bode well for Sean if Lisa gets up."

McDaniel: "I don't think he plans on her getting back up."

Dahlia has made it out of the ring and is laying on the apron, catching her breath. Lisa is trying to get to her feet as the ref orders Sean out of the ring. Seamus stumbles over to Sean and tags his brother in. Sean is a fist of fire as him and Lisa trade rights and lefts in the middle of the ring. Quickly, and from nowhere, Lisa plants Sean with a DDT. She walks over to the now standing Dahlia and tags her partner in. Lisa gets Sean to her shoulders and Dahlia sets up on the top rope for the Razorbliss - Doomsday Black Dahlia Murder.  Seamus runs in behind Lisa knocking her knees out from under her. At the same time, Sean spins and hits Lisa with a hurricanrana, right into the path of the leaping Dahlia. Dahlia is caught in mid leap with an Irish Kiss from Sean. Seamus drags Lisa to the other side of the ring from the pin attempt by Sean.

Rayne: "That move backfired on The Razordolls, badly."

one... two... three

ding ding ding

Eric Emerson: "The winners of the match... Sean and Seamus... The O'Connor Boys."

McDaniel: "Great match and great resourcefulness from both teams. It was a clean match all through and neither team cheated to gain an advantage. Other than double teaming an opponent every once in a while, which every team does."

Rayne: "Great match for an extra match here tonight."

McDaniel: "Yes it was, but it's over, so vacate! It's time for Rampage!!!"

Rayne: "You are so mean!"

McDaniel: "It happens, okay folks, see you in a bit for Friday Night Rampage!"

(c)PWA 2008