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"Not Your Average Joe"
Live on from the New Orleans Arena in New Orleans, LA on
August 1st, 2008

The scene opens to Eli Storm's Skybox office in the arena. Sitting in two very comfortable look chairs are Eli Storm and “The Phoenix” Rob Robinson. “The Phoenix” is wearing a dark suit, White shirt and Red tie. Storm is wearing Black pants and a Red Polo shirt. Around the two men are properly chosen dancers from all the local gentlemen Clubs. The two seem to be in the middle of a conversation. But every once and a while get sidetracked by the “Entertainment”

Storm: “So as I was saying before this young lady placed her assets in your face, I feel that you being just on the radio show is a waste of your charisma.”

Rob: “I couldn't agree more. But you know the deal; I'm not allowed to wrestle anymore.”

Storm pours a glass of scotch and looks at Rob.

Storm: “Another glass, Phoenix?”

Rob: “If you're paying...”

Storm smiles and snaps his fingers and one of the ladies pours Phoenix a glass.

Storm: “I know you can't wrestle, but there are many other things you can do in the company to get your face time.”

Rob: “I hope you're not talking about those Power Source Bar commercials.”

Storm: “No, This is Chaos. You can save crap like that for Rampage. Now, I can't fully go into details now with the cameras watching, but I'll be faxing you over some paperwork that contains an offer that I think you will enjoy.”

Rob: “Now that's what I like to hear. A man with vision that knows how to show a legend the proper respect! I like you Storm. But mostly, I like your women.”

Storm looks around at the women in the room before looking back at Phoenix.

Storm: “That’s why I keep them around. Now relax and enjoy the show. I'm sure craft services will be bringing up or food shortly.”

Rob: “Excellent. It’s always a good time dining on the PWA's dime.”

The two men lean back in their chairs as the scene fades, then slowly opens to a bar somewhere in America. Patrons gather in as the bartender picks up the remote control and points it towards the huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall. As the TV comes to life you see the image of an old wrestler standing in front of an old wrestling logo. The wrestler looks up and stares into the screen.

Wrestler: “This isn’t the beginning of the end…yet the end of the beginning…”

Suddenly you can hear the dragging drums and samples of Smashing Pumpkins’ “The Beginning IS The End Is The Beginning”.

' Send a heartbeat to…'

Project X is shown in the back pacing back and forth somewhere in a dark corner of the arena.

' The void that cries through you…'

The M.O.A is shown rushing the ring as the fans react to them.

‘ Relive the pictures that have come to pass…'

The LUNATIC FRINGE are shown warming up in the dressing room as a picture of them wearing the PWA Tag Team straps is hanging in the mirror.

' For now we stand alone…'

The song picks up, the camera returns to normal, and a steady drumbeat plays. Letters slowly begin to display themselves on the black screen.

C. H. A. O. S.

' The world is lost and blown…'

The letters crumble away to the image of Deacon Frost leaving the ring, his hands bloody.

' And we are flesh and blood disintegrate…'

Nightmare and Ledge are shown grinning from behind the entrance curtains.

' With no more to hate…'

The picture of each PWA Champion flashes before the screen and rest on the picture of Mark McNasty holding the PWA World Title as the last line of the first verse echoes and the PWA Logo appears. The screen switches to the announce table and shoots all over the arena as the crowd goes nuts. Pyros shoot all over the arena as the cameras switch to the announce table.

Rayne: “Listen, I don’t know who I have to talk to in order to get some of that skybox, but someone of my status should be enjoying that privilege instead of having to look at your face.”

McDaniel: “Listen, if you are up there and down here, the result remains the same…you gets none!!!”

Rayne: “I gets plenty. I get show much that I have to scotch guard my house.”

McDaniel: “And on that disturbing note, let’s start the show.”

GB Contendership Match #1
Kyle Stevenson vs. Jethro Hayes

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: "The following is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit and is a part of the mini tournament to determine a #1 contender to the Grizzley Beer Championship."

Rayne: "Well, we got a cold hard ass and a country hick in this match."

McDaniel: "Jethro fresh off his victory over new President Chamelion."

Rayne: "Glad that true superiority is back in charge."

Eric Emerson: "Standing at 6 feet 5 inches and weighing in this morning at 225 pounds; all the way from Huntington Beach California... Iceman... Kyle Steeevensonnnn!"

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.

McDaniel: "Kyle looks especially determined tonight."

Rayne: "Both himself and Jethro are going into a match to be in a three way dance for Riona's title at Summer Sizzler; I'd look determined too."

McDaniel: "Good point."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

McDaniel: "Jethro in the ring and ready to go."

Rayne: "Finally, damn!"

The two lock up in the middle of the ring, Jethro gains the advantage with a quick stiff knee to the midsection of Kyle. Doubling over after the blow, Kyle is lifted up into the air, but drops down behind Jethro landing on his feet. Kyle quickly wraps his arms around the big man's stomach area and connects with a belly to back suplex. Up quickly, Kyle hits the ropes and nails a springboard moonsault. He goes for the early cover.

one... Kyle is thrown through the ropes.

Rayne: "Hick with some power there."

McDaniel: "And the look on Kyle shows that he was not expecting that sort of power."

Kyle is back up on the apron, he is walking along the top rope and leaps; landing on Jethro with his top rope van terminator. Kyle covers and the ref is in position.

one... two Jethro kicks out again with authority.

McDaniel: "Too early for pin attempts."

Rayne: "But Kyle is smart to at least try. He knows that Jethro has to use energy to kick out."

McDaniel: "Excellent point there; Kyle back on the attack."

He whips Jethro into the ropes; jumping backwards, he leaps with a springboard clothesline to Jethro taking the big man down again.

Rayne: "Jethro looking dazed here John."

McDaniel: "I'll give that to ya."

Kyle is back up and whipping Jethro back into the ropes; getting a running start Kyle aims for a spear. Jethro stumbles back slightly, but otherwise unaffected by the spear.

Rayne: "Kyle has to learn, spears don't work on everybody."

McDaniel: "He did knock Jethro back slightly though."

Jethro shakes his head at Kyle who shoots in for an mma type takedown. Jethro lowers his body and catches Kyle on the standup and has the smaller man in a gorilla press. Jethro totes the man around the ring before jumping up releasing Kyle at the top of the jump; kneeling down Kyle's midsection lands on the upturned knee. Jethero is up and pulling the winded Kyle to his feet; throwing him bodily into the corner.

McDaniel: "Jethro showing his strength here in this match."

Rayne: "He is like twice the weight of Kyle!"

Kyle lands backfirst in the corner as he stumbles out, Jethro is ontop of him with right hands to the face. Jethro places his left hand on the chest of Kyle and repeatedly punches his face with huge meaty right hands.Jethro spits into his hand and slaps the chest of Kyle open handed, the sound heard throughout the arena. The crowd gasps at the impact of the slap.

Rayne: "Damn what a slap."

McDaniel: "That had to hurt."

Jethro climbs up the turnbuckle and begins raining down right hands.

Crowd: "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten!"

Jethro bends down lifting the lighter man in a gorilla press slam. Kyle hooks the head of Jethro under his arms as he slids down the back of Jethro and plants Jethro with a reverse DDt. With the ref in position, Kyle goes for the cover.

One... two... Jethro has a shoulder up. Kyle looks at the ropes and looks at Jethro lying there; he springboards onto the ropes with a lionsault for another pin attempt.

McDaniel: "Kyle with a lionsault there and another pin."

Rayne: "But only a two count, but I think it was a longer two count than he has been getting."

McDaniel: "Perhaps the onslaught is wearing the big man down."

Rayne: "He is just smart enough to keep kicking out."

Kyle up and taking a glance at the referee; he is ontop of Jethro's ankle with repeated stomps. Kyle is through the ropes and climbing to the top turnbuckle, putting both feet together he leaps with a top rope double foot stomp to the ankle of Jethro Hayes.

McDaniel: "Kyle trying to take Jethro's leg out."

Rayne: "Take the ankle out; he can't stand."

Kyle is up and down with a knee drop to the ankle of Jethro; he is up and down again with five more knee drops to the ailing ankle. Kyle sensing victory hooks in an ankle lock trying to make the big man submit. Jethro sensing defeat kicks Kyle in the face breaking the hold.

McDaniel: "He nearly took his head off!"

Rayne: "He took a hell of alot of that paint off."

Jethro is up and limping slightly on his injured right ankle. Grasping his head, he delivers huge haymaker punches to the left temple of Kyle. Kyle goes down and Jethro lands ontop of him with a pin attempt.

One... two... Kyle gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time. Jethro is up and off the ropes with a leg drop across the throat of Kyle; who gasps for air. Kyle is grasping at his throat when Jethro lifts the man to his feet. Placing his head under his armpit, Jethro lifts him up and delivers a massive jackhammer to Kyle. He lands ontop of Kyle for the pin.

One... two... Jethro looks up because the ref has quit counting. The ref points to Kyle's foot on the ropes and Jethro shakes his head in disbelief.

McDaniel: "A little too close to the ropes."

Rayne: "The dum hick had the match won if he had hit that jackhammer in the middle of the ring."

McDaniel: "Both of these men fighting for a shot at the Grizzley Beer championship at Summer Sizzler."

Jethro has Kyle up for a pumphandle slam; but Kyle kicks backwards with a foot to the injured ankle of Jethro who drops him immediately. Twisting around quickly he plants Jethro with a DDt into a inside cradle pin. The ref ontop of the action hits the mat.

One... two... thre Jethro kicks out at the 2 3/4 mark. Kyle is up and visablly upset at the ref's count.

Rayne: "I do agree with Kyle, slow count."

McDaniel: "The count was fine."

Rayne: "What is it with all these referee's screwing with great talent?"

McDaniel: "Want some cheese with your whine?"

Jethro makes it to his hands and knees; Kyle sees this and delivers a field goal kick to the face of Jethro dropping him back to the mat. Kyle picks Jethro back up and both bounce off the ropes; Kyle taking down the bloody Jethro down with a running bulldog.

Rayne: "Jethro busted open now."

McDaniel: "It was that vicious kick from Stevenson."

Kyle back up and whipping Jethro into the ropes delivers a picture perfect swinging neckbreaker. Kyle goes for the pin.

One... two... Jethro manages to get his shoulder up after the two count. Kyle goes back to his success of the match before and attacks the ankle of Jethro. He stomps away at the injured body part before hooking him in another ankle lock. Jethro moans in pain, but does not submit.

Rayne: "The big dummy is in the middle of the ring, no where to go."

McDaniel: "But he is making his way to the ropes."

Jethro, screaming in pain now, inches his way to the ropes; crawling ever so slowly. After an agonizing few minutes of pain, Jethro reaches the ropes and Kyle is forced to break the hold after the count of four.

Kyle backs up and waits for Jethro to stand in the corner; he is in a perfect position for his Hell Freezes Over. Jethro stands and is dazed from the volley of moves and huge amounts of blood loss. Kyle takes a running start, but Jethro meets him with a spear of his own.

McDaniel: "Plow, Plow, Kyle has just been plowed!"

Rayne: "Damn it!"

Standing up with Kyle's dazed face in his hands he boots him in the gut and lifts him up with the Planter.

McDaniel: "Kyle has just been planted!"

Rayne: "Shut up."

One... two... three

DING! DING! DING!

Eric Emerson: "Winner of the match and heading to Summer Sizzler for a chance at the Grizzley Beer title... Jethro Hayes!"

The crowd erupts in cheers as Jethro stands there smiling with blood dripping down his face.

The Phoenix meets The Beast

The Phoenix is seen walking around the arena with some of the Ladies from earlier when he bumps into Viktor “The Beast” Stone. Stone has just finished watching the tape from his dark match earlier that day. Stone surveys the scenes. Two women under each arm and a smile on his face. This is “The Phoenix” that Stone has heard about.

Rob: “Hey kid, I saw your match tonight. You've got some decent moves, but you went a little light on your opponent. Remember; don't give him a chance to catch his breath, yeah? When he's standing, you gotta take him down and when he's down, you'd better be kicking him in the face, got it?”

Stone looks at Phoenix.

Stone: “Thanks for that advice. I didn't know you'd be watching.”

Rob: “That's the thing, I'm always watching. I didn't get to the top of the business by ignoring talent.”

Stone: “Well then, next match, I'll make sure to throw and extra kick in the face for you.”

Rob: “That's the spirit, kid. Now, if you'll pardon me, these ladies are way more interesting that you right now, you know what I'm saying.”

Stone nods as Phoenix walks down the hall way. Stone smiles as he grabs his gear and the scene switches back to the announce.

GB Contendership Match #2
Duff Cote d'Ivoire vs. Scottie Snow

DING DING!

Eric Emerson: “The following is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit and is a part of the mini tournament to determine a #1 contender to the Grizzly Beer Championship! Introducing first, hailing from The Big Apple...”

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

--Our father, thy will be done!—

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

Eric Emerson: ”He stands six feet seven inches and weighs two hundred and seventy five pounds... ”

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: ”He is DUFF... COTE... D'IVOOOIIIRE!!!!! ”

--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU—

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

Eric Emerson: "Introducing his opponent... SCOTTIE SNOW!!!"

Scottie walks out from the back, he has no music. Snow continues making his way to the ring, cockily sauntering down the ramp. When he reaches the ring, he slowly walks towards the steps, and ascends them. As he steps onto the ring apron, he again looks out into the crowd with an arrogant smirk on his face. Scottie steps into the ring, and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle in the nearest corner. He looks out into the crowd before stepping down and getting ready for the match.

McDaniel: ”This is sure to be a great match, both men sure want a shot at that Grizzle Beer Championship.”

Rayne: ”Scottie Snow has a big roadblock in his way in Duff, who at 6’7” is a beast. ”

McDaniel: ”You carry on thinking that, a smart wrestle will always find a way... ”

After the cursory referee’s check, the two men step up to the centre of the ring, before Duff Cote d’Ivoire can initiate the collar and elbow tie-up he attempts, Snow sends him reeling with a stiff right punch. He follows it up with another couple to keep D’Ivoire stumbling back into the corner.

McDaniel: ”Wow! Scottie Snow is on fire tonight, he’s really taking it to Duff Cote d’Ivoire here. ”

Rayne: ”But for how long? ”

As soon as D’Ivoire’ back hits the turnbuckle pads Snow rushes him, hitting a series of three shoulder thrusts. With Duff Cote d’Ivoire still breathless from this sudden assault, Snow takes this early opportunity to set his opponent upon the top turnbuckle. He goes to grab Duff, but the big man places a boot in his face.

Rayne: ”Damn I think I saw a tooth go flying. ”

McDaniel: ”I’m glad we have that great dental plan. ”

Duff comes off the ropes with a double axe handle landing dead on the top of Snow’s head.

McDaniel: ”That is instant trauma to the spine right there. ”

Rayne: ”I think he just caused Scottie to shrink a few inches. ”

Scottie stumbles back and Duff grabs him and fires him into the corner. Duff rushes in with a vicious clothesline, Scottie goes up off his feet and hits the mat. Duff reaches down and grabs Snow by the neck and lifts him up.

McDaniel: ”Duff Cote d’Ivoire showing off his advantage in the strength department. ”

Rayne: ”Maybe I should call for a priest for Scottie. ”

d’Ivoire gets Snow off his feet and Snow quickly brings down his elbow onto the wrist of Duff, causing him to let go. Snow quickly nails a few kicks to the calf and thighs of the big man. Snow hits the ropes and as he comes off nails the dropkick to the side of the knee of Duff.

Rayne: ”I think that’s done it... Duff looks pissed now. ”

Snow comes off the ropes one more time and Duff goes for the big boot, but Snow ducks and lands another dropkick to the back of Duff’s knee causing him to drop down to one knee. As soon as the big man drops to one knee, Snow steps back and nails Duff with a brutal looking superkick right to his face.

Rayne: ”Looks like Snow is return9ing the favor from earlier! ”

McDaniel: ”Whoa, Duff’s head snaps back and the big man looks kinda dazed! ”

Snow hooks up Duff in a front facelock, while Duff is still on one knee. Scottie throws his weight back and nails a DDT. Snow floats over for the cover. The ref drops and counts.

ONE...

TWO...

Duff kicks out with force and Snow goes up and hits the mat rolling..

Rayne: ”Duff Cote d’Ivoire with a great show of strength? ”

McDaniel: ”If Snow wanted to be a high flyer, Duff just helped him. ”

Snow gets up again, and charges at D’Ivoire who quickly gets Snow up and down with a powerslam. Duff picks up Snow and nails him with a few knees to the gut. Duff gets Snow up in a gutwrench and plants him with a vicious powerbomb. Snow hits the mat hard and rolls outside to try to get some breathing space between him and Duff.

McDaniel: ”Scottie needs to come up with a way to take Duff off the offense. ”

Rayne: ” He could just lay down and get pinned. ”

McDaniel: ”That won’t get him a shot at the GB Championship! ”

Back at ringside Duff rolls out of the ring to follow Snow. Duff grabs Snow from behind, but Snow throws a few kicks to the midsection of Duff.

McDaniel: ”That’s the way, take out the legs or the midsection! This could be the beginning of a comeback. ”

Rayne: ”Meh... ”

The ref is making the count.

ONE...

TWO...

Snow quickly rolls back into the ring.

Rayne: ”Run, Forest, RUN!!! ”

Duff Cote d’Ivoire tries to get back in the ring, but Snow baseball slides out of the ring and kicks him in that exposed knee. Snow grabs the knee and lifts it up before slamming it back down on the ring apron. As Snow now staggers D’Ivoire grabs him and takes him over in a headlock takedown. The way Snow Snow grabs the knee and drags it over by the ringpost and slams it into the post! Snow tries to go for a figure four ringpost submission, but Duff’s big feet keep kicking him off. Snow finally decides to give up and dropkick the knee into the ring post. Duff pulls his knee away from the post as Snow slides intot he ring.

Rayne: ”Looks like Duff Cote d’Ivoire’s is gonna be limping. ”

McDaniel: ”Like I said you take out the legs and you have a chance. ”

The big man starts to pull himself up using the turnbuckle for support. but Snow is on him stomping away at his knee. Duff swats Snow away but Snow keeps coming at the big man. Scottie rushes in one more time and Duff catches him and slams him out of the corner with a picture perfect STO. Duff falls back into the corner, not ready to put pressure on his worked over knee. Duff carefully drops down for the cover.

One…

Two…

Snow barely gets a shoulder up this time before the three.

McDaniel: ”Duff Cote d’Ivoire is trying get things taken care of quickly. He doesn’t know how much more his knee can take. ”

Rayne: ”Trust me, he has enough in him to put Snow away. ”

Duff is started to get upset and starts firing down forearms , Snow is trying to do all he can to cover up. Snow quickly kicks at the knee and Duff rolls back clutching it.

Rayne: ”I’m telling you Duff Cote d’Ivoire is going to rip him a new one. ”

Snow jumps on Duff and starts to fire down shots of his own on the big man. Duff is able to get a elbow up and into Snow’s face, Thus forcing snow to roll off and hit the ringside floor. But Snow is quickly back on his feet and grabs Duff’s legs and yanks him to the outside with him.

McDaniel: ”This could be trouble! ”

Snow pushes Duff into the guardrailing and fires off a few shots to Duff’s ribs. Snow grabs Duff and goes for an irish whip into the steel steps, but Duff counters and with all his might sends Snow into the steps. Snow goes flying into the steps and goes up and over onto the floor. Duff quickly rolls into the ring to keep the ref from counting. He quickly rolls out to the area that snow landed in. He hobbles over to Snow and picks him up.

McDaniel: ”Duff threw Snow into the steps with amazing force. ”

Rayne: ”Man, I haven’t seen a crash like that since I spiked…you know what, nevermind. ”

McDaniel: ”I worry about you sometimes. ”

Duff Cote d’Ivoire lifts Snow up and throws him into the ring. Taylor attempts to follow but is blocked by the now-standing referee. Duff follows him into the ring and picks him up. Kick to the midsection, Duff has that double arm underhook locked in. He lifts Snow up and nails that brutal piledriver of his.

McDaniel: ”ECHOES!!! Duff Cote d’Ivoire covers! ”

Rayne: ”OWWW! ”

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

Eric Emerson: ”And here is your winner... DUFF COTE D’IVOIRE!! ”

Duff raises his hand and plays to the crowd as the cameras switch to the backstage area with Chaos reporter, Stan Shooter and PWA World Champion, Mark McNasty.

Open Bar W/ The World Champ

Shooter: “Alright fans, we're backstage with the World Champion, Mark McNasty. And Mark, how are you feeling after getting jousted out of the Tag Team Title tourney?”

McNasty has a distant look on his face. He speaks and his words slur.

McNasty: “That wasss total bull shit. Me and Flynn, we, we should've taken PX and Sandra and PX. They may be big, but we should've been able to take them down. SHENANIGANS!”

McNasty's eyes flutter

Shooter: “Mark, are you ok? You seem kinda off.”

McNasty: “I'm fine. Why?”

McNasty goes to turn and seems to lose his footing as he falls backwards. He quickly pops back up.

McNasty: “Just super.”

Shooter: “Ok, Can we get your views on your upcoming Sizzler's match?”

McNasty looks around as if confused.

McNasty: “Sizzzzzlers? Who's buying me barbeque?”

Suddenly a voice is heard.

Voice: “Geez, clean yourself up. You’re a world champion.”

The cameras pan upward to see the man monster known as Deacon Frost. Before Frost can continue, McNasty turns towards the big man and throws up on his shoes.

McNasty: “Damn, you’re a tall urinal.”

McNasty stumbles away down the hall as Frost stands there with a pissed off look on his face.

Shooter: “Mr. Frost, any words?”

Frost just pushes the camera out of his way as he heads to his locker room to clean up.

Kyle Malone vs. Nick Matthews

As the cameras come back to the ring. Kyle Malone and Nick Matthews are already in the ring with Eli Storm. Storm looks at the two men before waving for a mic.

Storm: “I’ve been very good for the past two shows. I’ve let matches go on the way they are booked. But on this, out third show, I just can’t let this be a normal Main Event. So in honor of our first official sold out show here in Houston, Texas!!!”

The crowd starts to cheer.

Crowd: ”CHAOS, CHAOS, CHAOS…”

Storm: “So the way I see it we are going to have ourselves a nice good ol’ fashion anything goes, falls count anywhere match. And that match starts right….NOW!?!”

The bell rings as Storm rolls out of the ring. As soon as Storm is on the outside Malone nails Matthews right in the jaw sending him back into the ropes. Kyle stays on the offensive and fires lefts and rights into Nick’s stomach and face.

McDaniel: “Matthews comes staggering off the ropes.”

Rayne: “And Kyle is waiting for him.”

Kyle scoops up Matthews and plants him with a spinebuster. Malone quickly pops up and hits the ropes and comes off dropping a leg across the throat of Matthews. Kyle picks up Matthews and fire him over the top rope onto the floor. Kyle looks out onto the floor, waiting for Nick to get to his feet. Kyle runs to the ropes and heads towards the nearest turnbuckle by Matthews and hops off.

Rayne: “And it looks like business is about to pick up.”

McDaniel looks at Rayne.

Rayne: “What!?!”

McDaniel: “I can hear the lawyers at the next show meeting.”

Kyle goes for the crossbody but Matthews moves out of the way. Kyle hits the guard hard and then hits the floor holding his jaw from the impact. Nick wraps up Kyle from behind and nails a vicious looking german suplex onto the floor. Nick reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a ladder and bridges it across, between the ring and the guard railing. Nick picks up Kyle and hooks him up. Nick lifts Kyle up and holds him there for a moment before dropping him ribs first onto the ladder.

"CHAOS! CHAOS! CHAOS!"

Kyle is just hanging on the ladder as Nick hops up on the ring apron. Nick gets a good head of steam and leaps off driving his elbow into the back of Kyle Malone. Malone falls off the ladder and hits the floor as Nick once again reaches under the ring apron. Matthews pulls out a table and sets it up ringside. Nick picks up Malone and goes for another suplex, but Malone has block and turn it into an irish whip which sends Matthews right into the ladder, nearly taking his head off. Kyle pulls the table closer to the ladder and looks towards the crowd as they start to chant.

"WE WANT TABLES!!! WE WANT TABLES!!! WE WANT TABLES!!!"

Kyle rolls Matthews onto the table. And with an amazing show if leg strength, Kyle hops up on the ladder and moonsaults off and smashes Matthews through the table. Kyle rolls off of Nick holding his ribs as Nick shakes a little before rolling to his stomach. Kyle pulls himself up on the guard railing and places a few kicks into the ribs of Matthews. Kyle picks Nick up and drapes him chest first onto the ladder. Kyle measures up and nails a picture perfect dropkick, forcing Nick’s chest into the ladder. Malone drapes Nick on the ladder once again and hops up on the ring apron himself. Kyle comes off with the crossbody, but Nick catches him and hotshots him right on the ladder.

Rayne: “Oh shit!!! Look at how Kyle’s head snaps back off that ladder.”

McDaniel: “And Kyle is now wearing that crimson mask as blood trickles down his face.”

Nick rolls up against the guard railing and attempts to get some airs in his lungs. Kyle is trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes as Nick starts to get up. Nick grabs Kyle and rams his head against the ladder a few more times before nailing a snap suplex. Nick picks up Kyle and rolls him into the ring. Nick grabs the ladder and places it on the ring apron so he can slide it in the ring.

Rayne: “This is a lot better match then I expected.”

Nick goes to push the ladder, but Kyle quickly does a baseball slide dropkick knocking the ladder into Nick’s face. Nick stumbles back into the guardrailing, as Kyle stumbles back onto the mat. Kyle gets up to his knees and wipes the blood out of his face. He sees Nick getting up and pushing the ladder back into the ring and waits for him to slide in. As soon as Nick rolls in Kyle quickly rolls him up.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!!!

Nick kicks out and Kyle pounds the mat before picking up Nick and firing him into the corner. Kyle places the ladder in the adjacent corner. Kyle rushes in and splashes Nick into the corner. Matthews comes stumbling out and Kyle hooks him from behind and nails a bulldog onto the ladder. Nick lays slumped on the ladder as Kyle rolls off. Kyle runs to the other turnbuckle and gets a running start. Kyle leaps in the air and splashes Nick onto the ladder in the corner. Kyle is feeling the wave of emotion as he showboats to the crowd a little bit. He walks over to Nick and hooks up for what looks like a suplex onto the ladder. Kyle goes for the suplex, but Nick blocks. Kyle tries again and Nick blocks again. Matthews quickly counters and whips Kyle into the ropes and goes for a spinning back elbow, but Kyle ducks and springboards off the ropes with a flying forearm, only to have Nick greet him with a flipping dropkick.

"PWA! PWA! PWA!"

After a quick breather Matthews goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE...NO! Malone gets a shoulder up!

The fans explode at the fact that Malone is able to get his shoulder up. Nick looks down at Kyle and shakes his head. Matthews backs up and comes off of the ropes and drives a knee right into the bloody face of Kyle. Nick picks up Kyle and fires him into the ropes. Malone comes off the ropes and slides under the Yakuza kick attempt by Matthews. Malone hop to his feet and kicks Nick in the midsection before quickly dropping him to the mat with a vertical suplex. Malone then reaches back down, yanks Matthews up again, whips him into the ropes and drops him to the mat with a Samoan drop upon his return. The impact sends the fans into another frenzy. Another cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...SHOULDER UP!

Once more the crowd explodes as Matthews kicks out again. After landing a few quick punches to the face and head Malone gets to his feet, dragging Matthews up along the way, and picks him up and slams him into the mat with a snap suplex and then gets back up and drops an elbow quickly into the chest of Matthews. Then another, and another, and another. Finally Malone stands up, lifts Matthews up, and whips him into the ropes, catches him and lifts him up shoulders and spins to go for a death valley driver only to have Matthews slide down from behind and drop him to the mat with a falling reverse DDT that drives Malone’s head into the mat. A cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...KICK OUT!

Once more Malone kicks out and this time he is quickly to his knees, just as Matthews gets to his feet and goes for a side kick only to have it caught by Malone who then gets to his feet as Matthews's eyes widen in shock and he pleads for Malone to just let him go. Malone spins his leg out, causing him to turn his back, and picks him up for atomic drop but Matthews is able to reverse it by flipping through and landing behind him. Matthews spins Malone around and goes for an irish whip but Malone counters and looks to send Matthew back into the ladder, but at the last second is able to yank Matthews into a leg capture suplex.

McDaniel: “FOR THE COGNIZANCE ONTO THE LADDER!!!!”

Malone lifts and fires Matthews into ladder with brutal force and vicious impact. Kyle drags Nick off the ladder and drop down for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE....

DING! DING! DING!

The fans explode as Malone gets up and staggers into the corner. He wipes the blood out of his eyes with his free hand as the ref raises his hands.

McDaniel: “WOW! That was an intense match up!”

Rayne: “We had action and blood..I’m pretty much…”

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

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

McDaniel: “Well it looks like things are about to heat up. Here comes VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!”

Rayne: “What the Hell is he doing here?”

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

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

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and calls for a mic as the crowd starts to buzz.

McDaniel: “This doesn’t look good for Kyle Malone who is bloody and nowhere near 100%.”

Rayne: “Looks like Stone has arrived to teach us that rule of his.”

A ringhand finally hands Stone a microphone. Stone paces around for a moment before looking dead at Malone. Stone lift his mic and lets his raspy voice fills the arena.

Stone: “You know, there comes a time in a man’s life when he looks across the ring and wonders, what the Hell am I doing? Well Kyle, tonight is that night…and YOU…are that man. I’ll give it to you. You put on one Hell of a show. And Hell, you got the win. But you got it against a guy who phoned it in this week. You got the win against a guy who shouldn’t have been in the ring. And look at you. You’re busted open. You’re breathing hard. You look like you’ve been to war.”

McDaniel: “Well, Hell yeah he looks like that. This was a war.”

Rayne: “Hush and let the man speak.”

Stone starts to walk towards Malone.

Stone: “Heh, You see earlier tonight, I talked to one of the living legends in the back and I left the convo feeling inspired. You see, while everyone is shooting to do good, so they can get on Rampage and run with the big stars. Run to the “A” show where everything is automatic. Me…I’m going to take a different route. You see, you can consider me…the Franchise of Chaos. And I plan on carrying this show on my back and making it the show to be on. You see “The Beast” is going to take Chaos and PWA to the promiseland. But in order to do that, I have to make sure that nothing but the cream of the crop gets air time here.”

McDaniel: “What is he trying to say?”

Rayne: “You can’t be that dumb?”

Stone: “Now, I know that you are thinking…what does that have to do with you? Well it’s real simple. You want to be on my show…that you are going to have to prove that you deserve to be on my show. Because what you did right here, ain’t nowhere near good enough!!”

McDaniel: “So disrespectful!!”

Kyle Malone wipes the blood off his face and stand up out of the corner. He gets right into Stone’s face. Kyle looks to the crowd and smacks the taste right out of Stone’s mouth. Stone takes a step back and grins. Stone extends his hands.

Stone: “Now that’s what I’m talking about…that is the attitude that you gotta have to be on this show. You got some balls man put ‘em here!!!”

Malone looks to the left and to the right as the crowd screams no. Stone is saying “Come on” as Malone looks at him. Malone reaches out and shakes his hand as the crowd half boos. Stone lifts Malone’s hands in the air and points to him as some of the crowd cheers the show of sportsmanship. But suddenly Stone drops his mic and yanks Malone towards him and kicks him in the midsection before nailing that Stunner varation of his.

McDaniel: “That bastard!!! I can’t believe he hit him with The Whippersnapper.”

Rayne: “Well, he said he was taking out the trash.

Stone grabs the mic and drops down near Malone’s ear.”

Stone: “Don’t you dare…ever, and I mean ever…touch me again, punk or next time you won’t be looking up at the stars, you’ll be looking at a cast around a limb.”

Stone hops up and drops the mic near Malone as his music starts to play. Stone drops down and rolls out of the ring and walks up the rampway as the crowd boos and throws trash at him. Malone slowly rolls up against the ropes and stares a hole into Stone’s back as the scene fades into the Chaos Logo.