“Yours,
or Mine?”
Live
from The Savvis Center - Saint Louis, MO
January 18th, 2008
As we fade into Rampage, Our scene is none other than the backstage area of the Savvis Center, in St. Louis Missouri. But that doesn't tell you a whole lot, the backstage area is a pretty big place. To be a bit more specific we're hot on the trails of one Enika Engel, who's just leaving the temporary executive office of Mr. Sommers. We're not quite sure why - nor should we really care, all that matters is we've got a camera-man in tow as she makes her way down one of the long corridors. She's busy with a Mountain Dew in one hand, while the other quickly texts something on her phone. Her head is bowed - and she's barely paying attention to where she's going when...
"Oof!"
She bumps into yet another familiar face - the fourth one this week to be exact. Unfortunately for her - this is one she really didn't care to ever see again. The form is none other than former PWA-extremist, and arch-rival - not to mention former friend - of the Exit Music clan, Corey Lazarus. For those not in the know - just around two years ago, Enika Engel was chased out into a busy street during one of the Pride and Honor Wrestling's events were going on; by one Corey Lazarus - the result of which ended up being Enika being stricken down by a car. While the injuries were long since past - the mental scars weren't. She hated him. With all of her heart and soul, she fucking hated him.
Corey Lazarus: "Oh, hey...how are you, uh...how are you holding up?"
Enika Engel: "...just fine, what's it fucking matter to you?"
Corey Lazarus: "Just wondering. You been alright since...you know..."
Corey makes the sound of a screeching tire as he moves his hand forward before quickly pulling it back.
Enika Engel: "Is this your idea of a joke? What, are you gonna do - "beat me down" to get back at your old buddy? 'Cause in case you haven't noticed, we're not together anymore."
She says, using quotation fingers to add emphasis to the former "beat me down" comment.
Corey
Lazarus: "Yeah...I
deserve that...and so much more, honestly. No, Enny, I'm not here to be a
douche. I'm here because I just got out of a meeting with Sommers about coming
back to this place. It's been 6 years, and I used to be a hot commodity around
these parts, so I figured I'd give it another shot."
Enika, nearly fuming with
anger, just shakes her head as Corey scratches his. He bites his lower lip, and
then pulls a pack of Marlboro 27s from his pocket. He flips the top open, pulls
out a cigarette, and then sticks the filter in his mouth as he offers Enika one.
Corey Lazarus:
"You want one?"
Corey pulls out a Zippo
from the same pocket - silver, neatly polished and looking brand new - and flips
the top open, sparking it and taking a couple of puffs to light his cigarette.
Enika Engel: "Sure..."
She takes a cigarette out of the pack and pulls an orange Bic out of her jacket pocket. She takes the cigarette up to her lips, flicks the lighter to life, and takes a deep draw.
Enika Engel: "Thanks, I guess."
She says, unsure of if he was really being genuine or not. Something about him, though, was keeping her there to further the conversation.
Corey Lazarus: ""Wow. Looks like you needed one pretty fucking bad, eh?"
Enika Engel: "Yeah, haven't smoked all day. Been damned near killing me.
Enika re-examines the box.
Enika Engel: "Same brand as me and everything, not quite a full-flavor, but I dig."
Corey
Lazarus: "Yeah.
Well, good luck out there tonight. I'll probably be seeing you around. Maybe we
can meet up for lunch some time, or something. Rock n' roll, babe."
Corey flashes the peace sign to Enika, walking away as
he takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing it out slowly through his nostrils.
Enika pauses for a minute, and turns her head to the side to watch Laz walk
away...
Enika Engel: "Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all..."
With that, the scene cuts to the ring area, where pyros
explode yet again, signaling the beginning of another tremendous episode of
Friday Night Rampage. The music of
"Cochise" by Audioslave and
the cameras pan over the sold out Savvis Center - Saint Louis, MO
before settling to ringside with our announcers Jon McDaniel and Rayne!
McDaniel:
Welcome everyone to another exciting night of wrestling action!
Rayne:
Rayne in da’ house people!!
McDaniel:
Sure, but I think they’re more interested in what’s going to happen here
tonight! Five big matches round out
the card, three will showcase our key winners as they do battle, with the winner
getting to decide to keep his or her key, or take their opponent’s key for
their own! Our opening contest stars
a PWA Legend, Sirus Moran taking on an untested Enika Engel!
Rayne:
Sweet sauce in the ring!!!
McDaniel:
Are you and Rentfro, Twins???
Rayne:
Nah, but I love his style!
McDaniel:
Oh hell. Anyway, then our main event is one for the ages, as Mark McNasty must
overcome the odds by defeating Raizzor in what was supposed to be
Wrestlefest’s 5’s main event!
Rayne:
I don’t have high hopes for McNasty! He
has been on a downward spiral since losing to Icetank a couple of months ago!!
McDaniel:
It’s true he’s facing nearly insurmountable odds!!
Still, anything can happen here in the PWA!
Rayne:……..
McDaniel:
Now, earlier tonight before we went on the air, four matches took place for our
live audience, to determine the other contenders to the keys next week!
Icetank, Circa, Psycho Sandra and Jacob Collins all scored victories to
move on to fight for a key next week!
Rayne:
It was retribution for three of them from losing out last week, and Sandra
sneaks in to take the final spot in the challenge! I wonder if her relationship
had anything to do with it?
McDaniel:
Doubtful, every match tonight was a shot..and the entire roster is in action!
Rayne:
I suppose! Come on! Let’s get to the action!
McDaniel:
I agree, let’s go to our ring announcer Eric Emerson for the introductions!
Enika
Engel vs. Sirus Moran
Eric
Emerson: The following contest is set
for one fall. Introducing first, Enika Engel!!!
The opening guitar riff to "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin cuts in, which cues a few swirling pink lights from the stage - no pyro's, no bullshit.
At
the eleven-second break mark, Enika Engel steps out from behind the curtain to
something of a mixed reaction. Sure, a few people recognized her - but
this was her first solo match, and they didn't know what to expect. Her
attire consists of a pink zip-up hoodie - left unzipped, with the hood up over
her head - overtop of a white ribbed belly shirt with a black "Exit
Music" ensigna in the middle, rotated 35 degrees; along with a pair of
white booty shorts with the name "Firefly across the back of them, black
fingerless mesh gloves, and lastly a pair of pink, w/ white fur, ankle boots.
She looks out to the crowd, quite excited on this eve - a smile drawn from ear
to ear - as she takes a few seconds to let it all sink in.
###
You my friend, you're a lot like them...###
###
But I caught your lie, and you know I did...
###
As soon as the opening verse kicks in, she makes her way down the entrance ramp...
###
Now I'm lost in you... ###
###
Like I always do... ###
She keeps going until she reaches the bottom, her eyes now taken away from the fans, and aimed down towards the ring, she pauses for a moment....
###
And I'll die to win... ###
### Because I'm born to lose!###
As soon as the chorus gets ready to kick in, small pink blasts of pyro begin firing behind her, unfortunately her budget wasn't that big her first match in...
### Firefly! ###
She throws her head back (thus removing the hood from her head and in turn revealing a white skull cap underneath) and sways her shoulders before throwing a balled fist into the air, cueing a few more blasts of pink from behind her. The ring announcer drowns out the lyrics...
Eric Emerson: "Hailing from Charleston, West Virginia - she is The FIREFLY.... ENIKAAA... ENGGGELLLL!!!!"
She was a little disappointed that she didn't at least get her height and weight called in, but it was no matter...
### Could you shine your light?###
### Now
I learn your ways, 'cause they're just like mine. ###
She quickly makes her way from the bottom of the ramp, to the ring apron itself...
###
Now I'm justified, ###
### As I Fall In Line ###
Which leads to her non-chalantly lifting herself up and rolling under the bottom rope, before springing back to her feet via kip-up.
###
And it's hard to try ###
### When they're open wide!
###
She goes to the bottom set of ropes, and leans over, pointing to a few of her friends in the front row - giving them and the camera man a bright, white, gorgeous smile. She soon retreats to her corner and awaits her opponent.
Eric Emerson: And her opponent, weighing in
at 234lbs and hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada Sirus Moran!!!
'More Human Than Human' plays over the speakers. On the screen above him is a
clip of Sirus standing in a hallway holding onto 'Al' and waving to all of the
nice people. He comes out onto the stage and smiles while being genuinely happy
to be here and his aura proves it. He runs and jumps up and down the aisle. He
brings 'Al' along with him to the ring, waving him in the air and greeting and
high fiving as many fans as possible. He slides into the ring, tells 'Al' to
behave and sets him up in the corner but out of harm’s way.
Rayne: Who are those fine looking women standing by Al this
evening?
McDaniel:
Those are his beardy guards, called the Lovely Angels! After last week’s
bear-napping, one can never be too careful.
Rayne: Can we stop with the bear puns already? There's hot
chicks in and out of the ring!
McDaniel:
You know, sometimes I hate my job.
Rayne: Because you're a sausage jockey.
The bell rings and Sirus moves in for a lock up but Enika ducks under it and
strikes him with a hard kick into the back of the thigh. Sirus's leg buckles but
he stays on his feet, nodding some respect toward Enika. Sirus moves in again
and but Enika rolls under his advance and takes hold of the back of his leg,
yanking it to pull him down to the mat. She yanks the leg to an awkward angle
and applies pressure, making Sirus visibly wince with pain.
McDaniel:
I think Sirus may be taken by surprise at how sharp Enika is in this match.
Rayne: You said it McDaniel, she does have a great ass!
McDaniel:
I never... forget it.
Enika's weight isn't enough to discourage Sirus doing a press up and turning to
take the pressure off his leg. As he turns, he makes sure to catch Enika right
in the mush with his boot. Sirus makes it back up to his feet and charges at the
staggered Enika but she recovers quickly and takes him back down again with a
drop toe hold, re-applying the pressure onto the leg but Sirus is too close to
the ropes and he grabs for a break.
McDaniel:
Enika is coming out on top in the early going and showing Sirus a thing or two.
Sirus shakes his leg as he makes it back to his feet, feeling the strain of
Enika's focused pressure, but with such focused attacks comes predictability and
Sirus's experienced head predicts her next move as she comes rushing in for the
chop block. Sirus simply lifts his leg and Enika goes crashing into the mat of
her own power. Sirus then takes control by bringing his raised boot down hard
into the stomach of the quickly turning Enika, knocking the wind right out of
her.
Rayne: With foresight like that he could once again be tag
team champion of the world!
Sirus seemingly lets Enika get back to her feet and catch her breath. When she
does she re-focuses and charges angrily at the waiting Sirus who simply catches
her in a bear hug.
McDaniel:
It's the Grizzly Hug!
Rayne: I so wish I was Sirus right about now.
Sirus failed to lock one of Enika's arms when applying the hug and she attempts
to fight it's effects by reaching for an eye gouge but he senses what's coming
and nails an overhead belly to belly on her.
McDaniel:
The fans are starting to sense that the end is near, it could be time for the
Nameless Knockout!
Sirus forces Enika back to her feet and hooks her under his arm pits, delivering
a couple of head butts to soften her up. He then whips her into the ropes and
nails a sit down powerbomb after a 180 spin, the Nameless Knockout. He covers
and hooks the leg.
1...
2...
The ref stops the count, pointing that SOMEHOW Enika got her fingers on the
bottom rope, since Sirus hit the move too close to the ring apron.
Rayne:
Heh, good ring presence by Enika!
McDaniel:
Yes, and Sirus realizes he has to do it all over again!
Sirus
forces Enika back to her feet and hooks her under his arm pits again, and
delivers a couple more head butts. He then whips her into the ropes and waits in
position to nail the Nameless Knockout a second time, but Enika has plans of her
own and leaps onto the second rope and flies back at Sirus to nail a vicious toe
kick to the side of the head, a move she dubs as "Ante Up!". Sirus
flips backwards, harder than even Enika intended and gets tangled in the ropes
before falling to the floor outside. Enika
bites her lip as the referee begins a ten count!
McDaniel:
Enika hit that move flawlessly, but the momentum from the ropes had a stronger
affect then she expected.
Rayne:
I love a woman who doesn’t know her own strength!
The
referee works the ten count, and Enika looks torn to stop it or let it continue.
Outside, Sirus shakes his head, getting his senses back, blinking and raises his
hand, and we catch him calling out for a “Grizzly Beer”.
McDaniel:
That kick did more than we thought! Sirus thinks he’s back home in Canada at
his bar!
Rayne:
Last Call!!!!!
Indeed,
the referee reaches ten and counts Sirus Moran out!
He calls for the bell, and raises Enika’s hand in victory.
Eric
Emerson:
The winner of the match, Enika Emerson!!
Enika
shrugs, and exits the ring, giving Sirus a concerned look as the Lovely Angles
pick him up! Sirus wobbles
‘drunk-like’ and holds onto ‘Al’, saying he has to be designated driver,
and the four leave up the ramp.
McDaniel:
A tough break for Sirus. Two weeks in a row, losing via count out.
Rayne:
He’ll bounce back, he always seems too.
McDaniel:
Yeah, but we have to move on! Next
up, the first of the three key vs. key matches, as two of our winners last week,
Kirlia Gardevoir and Nick Mathews, face off!
Kirlia
Gardevoir vs. Nick Mathews
Eric
Emerson: The following contest is
scheduled for one fall, introducing first, Kirlia Gardevoir!
The
lights dim to an emerald hue and the fans come to their feet as the beats of
NSYNC's "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" begin to pound across the sound
system. The fans cheering gets louder as the Amazon Princess herself, Kirlia
Gardevoir, slowly steps onto the stage, a massive python across her shoulders.
Kirlia smirks and nods to the fans as she makes her way down the ramp. As she
reaches the ring, two techs take the python from her and Kirlia slides inside,
rolling to her feet. She smirks again, then leaps onto the nearest corner and
blows a kiss to the crowd before jumping off the second rope and settling in the
corner as the music fades.
As Kirlia waits, The lights go out, and a white spiral on a black background
shows up on the ADCtron. A medium paced guitar line plays two bars, and when the
drums kick in, a spotlight hits the stage and Nick Matthews is standing in it.
But, that's as far as he gets.
Rayne: HOLY CRAP!
Matthews goes rolling down the ramp as Icetank comes from behind, and nails
Matthews with a fist to the back.
McDaniel:
Oh come on!
Icetank walks up to Matthews, bends, and picks up Matthews. He then throws him
down the ramp. In the ring, Kirlia looks surprised, but she is even more
surprised as Mark McNasty comes from behind her, and pulls her legs out, while
he is on the outside of the ring.
McDaniel:
SORE LOSER! This is horrible!
Rayne laughs: What are you talking about? This is awesome!
McNasty dives into the ring and gets on Kirlia's back. McNasty then begins
slamming Kirlia's face into the mat. Back on the outside, Icetank picks up
Matthews, and lines him up with the turnbuckle.
McDaniel:
NO!
Icetank uses all his strength, and throws Matthews into the ring post.
McDaniel:
Will somebody PLEASE stop this?!?!?!
Finally, security comes running down the ramp from the back.
Rayne: Aw...party poopers.
As security gets towards the bottom of the ramp, Chamelion comes out from behind
them, and onto the top of the stage. Security restrains Icetank, and almost has
to rip McNasty off Kirlia. As McNasty and Icetank as restrained, Chamelion
speaks.
Chamelion:
Alright, fine, since you two are so gun-ho to make an impact... then Icetank,
you will get one of the these two next week in action for their key... and
McNasty, should you find a way to beat Raizzor tonight, you get the other one.
But now, since you decided to interfere in this match, I think I’m going to
put a little pressure on you! As of
now, your match with Raizzor is Two-out-of-Three falls!
Not only will you have to beat my brother, but do it TWICE to continue!!
Next time, think before you try to ruin MY show!
McNasty
shouts at Chamelion, but Security gets in between Icetank and McNasty, and
escorts them backstage. As the officials attend to Kirlia and Matthews, we go to
commercial.
(commercial
break - people, send me some commercials to use in these spots! :))
McDaniel:
Welcome back folks. During the break, Kirlia and Nick were checked out, and
asked if they wanted to have their match. Both instantly answered yes.
Rayne:
Stupid, if you ask me! Still, this
means we get to see more carnage in the ring!
DING
DING DING!
The two begin circling. Matthews looks like he's trying to think three moves
ahead, not taking his eyes off Kirlia. Kirlia however, blows Matthews a kiss,
before a smug smile comes to her face. Matthews reaches out a hand towards
Kirlia.
McDaniel:
Looks like Matthews may want to start this with a test of strength.
Rayne: HAH! You say it like Kirlia could possibly be
stronger.
Kirlia reaches out her hand. However, at the last second, Matthews dives down
and pulls Kirlia's legs out. She falls onto her back, and Matthews instantly
dives onto her top half, before putting her in an arm bar. Kirlia struggles a
little, but Matthews won't let her out. Matthews holds the move for a few
minutes, but when Kirlia won't tap, Matthews breaks the hold. He picks Kirlia
up, and knees her in the gut. Matthews then throws Kirlia to the turnbuckle, for
the Flash bang. Matthews goes for the dropkick, but Kirlia ducks!
Rayne: DENIED!
Matthews lands with a leg over the ropes, and racks himself. Kirlia takes
advantage, and nails Matthews with a jumping Amazon Snap. Matthews tumbles
completely over the ropes, and to the floor.
McDaniel:
Wow that had to hurt.
1
Kirlia blows a kiss to the fans, and waves for a second, before rolling out
after Matthews.
2
3
Kirlia bends, and knees Matthews in the side of the head.
Rayne: Wow, that girls vicious.
4
5
Kirlia picks up Nick, and whips him to the barricade.
6
Kirlia follows this up with a stiff clothesline that sends Nick over.
Nick reaches out, and grabs Kirlia by the skirt. Kirlia and Nick fall to the
ground, crash and burn style. Nick hits hard, and Kirlia falls into a chair in
the first row, banging her head.
7
Kirlia rolls over, and we see blood dripping down her face.
8
Nick manages to push himself to a sitting position.
9
Nick jumps to his feet, and tries to jump over the guard rail; but he stumbles,
and falls to the ground.
10!
DING
DING DING!
Rayne:
Ah, no, come on!!!
McDaniel:
Both failed to make it back to the ring!
Eric
Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the
referee has declared this match; a DRAW!
Rayne:
Pathetic!
McDaniel: The earlier attack by Ice and McNasty has done the job! As the two disappear back stage, we’re quickly moving on.
Gabe Shelly vs. Project X
Eric
Emerson: The following contest is
scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at
over 350lbs and hailing from Parts Unknown; Project X!
he
house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of green strobe lights
that dance about the PWA ramp. "Spaceman" by Babylon Zoo hits the PA
system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the
outline of Project X can be made as he jogs on the spot, trying to psych himself
up. When the music reaches its peak he bursts forth in a rush of energy and
launches his choke slamming arm up into the air as a jet of green pyros launches
up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk.
Eric
Emerson: And his opponent, Gabe
Shelly!
Gabe
comes out, raising a hand to the sky, feeling the crowd’s roar of support
surround him, and he makes his way down to the ring.
McDaniel:
Gabe’s surprise return last week shocked everyone.
Rayne:
None more than Stevenson, who apparently has yet to recover from the shock!
This will be a tremendous match!
DING
DING DING!
Project
X stares down at Gabe Shelley. Gabe looks to the crowd, before attempting to
rush Project X. However, X doesn't seem fazed, and just puts his hand on Gabe's
face, and shoves him onto his back. Gabe looks up, surprised, and jumps back to
his feet. He then looks behind him, and runs to the ropes behind him. Gabe then
comes running back, and jumps for a flying clothesline. While Project X takes a
step back, it’s essentially still like Gabe hit a wall. Gabe thinks quick
though, and sweeps Project X's feet out; causing the monster to fall on his
back.
McDaniel:
Smart thinking by Shelley.
Shelley is back up, and runs to the ropes. He jumps on top, and takes just a
second to look at the fans. Gabe then nails an elbow drop. He hooks a leg.
1
2
KICKOUT!
Rayne: Too early. Duh.
Shelley doesn't BS though. As Project X sits up taker style, Shelley runs
foreword, and nails a dropkick to X's face. Gabe rolls to his knees, and does a
"yes" holding his arms up. But, almost out of a horror movie, we see
Project X sit up right behind Gabe. Gabe doesn't seem to know what’s going on
as the fans begin screaming. But, he gets the idea quick enough when Project X
reaches down, and grabs a hold of Gabe's hair. Shelley's arms start wiggling as
Project X actually lifts Gabe to his feet. As Gabe touches down, he throws his
left arm up to break Project X's hold. Gabe then quickly spins, and throws a
hard right. BUT, Project X grabs Gabe's fist, and starts twisting. As Gabe
starts cringing, Project X just continues to stare at Gabe.
Rayne: Good lord dude. Project X is just like...scary.
McDaniel:
I'm still not used to it.
As a last ditch effort, Gabe lunges forward with a head butt. Nothing.
Rayne: STRIKE ONE!
Gabe looks like he's really hurting. He tries again. Still nothing.
Rayne: STRIKE TWO
McDaniel:
Are you always this big an ass?
Rayne: SHHH.
Gabe is gritting his teeth. It’s put up or shut up time. He throws his head
back this time for extra momentum, before slamming foreword, into Project X's
face. Project X's face bounces back, and he stumbles a foot or two. He releases
Gabe's hand.
McDaniel:
HOME RUN!
Rayne looks at McDaniel with a "shut up" look.
Rayne: RECOUNT.
McDaniel:
Re...RECOUNT! What are you talking about?
Rayne: YOUR MOMMA!
McDaniel:
I'm calling security if you don't shape up.
Rayne: Is such a sweet lady!
McDaniel:
Un huh, I threw Rentfro out, I’ll do it again!
Rayne:
Bah.
Gabe runs at Project X and jumps as high as he can, barely getting high enough
for a dropkick. However, he connects, and Project X stumbles backwards more.
Gabe runs at Project X one more time, and slams al elbow into his gut. Project X
bends over. Gabe quickly gets behind him, and gets to the turnbuckle.
The fans are going nuts as they look at Gabe. Gabe taunts for Project X to turn,
and as he does, Gabe dives off the top turnbuckle, and nails a hurricanrana.
McDaniel:
NO WAY!
The fans are on their feet. Gabe is totally pumped up as he picks Project X up.
Gabe then signals to the crowd, before setting Project X up for his version of
the Pedigree, the Junk Yard Jam. Gabe tries, but Project X hits a back body
drop! Gabe rolls away and Project X
reaches out, grabs him and pulls him to his feet!
Roaring, Project X lifts Gabe up into the Probe, but Gabe breaks free,
lands on his feet and kicks Project X in the stomach! Gabe braces himself, and
does a double knee lift into Project X's face. As Project X stumbles, holding
his face in pain, Gabe quickly secures him up and this time connects with the
Junk Yard Jam! The ref drops and counts!
1
2
3!
Eric
Emerson: The winner of the match,
Gabe Shelly!
McDaniel:
Two for the returning Shelly!
Rayne:
Project X looks shocked, he sits there as Shelly is awarded his key!
McDaniel:
So, will he keep his or take X’s?
Gabe
looks once at Project X, and then smiles, keeps his own key and walks off.
Rayne:
He must have a good feeling! Or
he’s throwing away an opportunity!
McDaniel:
We won’t know until next week! Now
I’m told we’re going to cut backstage!
Sitting
inside a locker room is Mark McNasty. McNasty is sitting on a bench, in full
wrestling attire, except for his tassels. Bud Adams walks in.
Bud: Well Mark, I was told you'd like to speak to
someone, and here I am.
McNasty looks up, and we can almost see a look of sorrow and regret in his eyes.
Bud seems caught off guard, and even has a sound of sympathy in his voice.
Bud: Anytime you're ready Mark.
McNasty looks back to his arm, as he grabs a tassel off the bench, and begins to
put it on.
McNasty: Everyone knows by now, that tonight, I
fight Raizzor. Raizzor the soul taker. Well, the thing is, Raizzor seems to
think I'm full of myself. He thinks I have no idea what I'm doing. Raizzor seems
to forget quickly, that I am a true fighter. I haven't lasted as long as I have
in this business, by getting stepped on by guys bigger than me. No...I've
survived by beating those same guys down. Even if they change the rules on me,
by making this two out of three falls!
McNasty: Raizzor thinks he’s the bully on the
playground, and he thinks he’s going to come over to me, and steal my lunch.
But the thing is, he's picking on the wrong kid.
McNasty has on all four of his tassels now. He stands up, and walks over next to
Bud.
McNasty: Because you see, I'm not in the mood to be
messed up. Raizzor, you picked a bad time to go against me. Soul Taker,
destroyer, whatever the hell you call yourself. Tonight, You fight Big Nasty
himself. And tonight, your biggest mistake, was picking a fight with someone who
has something to prove. Just as I said last time that you have issues with your
brother, tonight, when you wither in agony from the pain I inflict upon you...it
will be your brother’s fault.
McNasty is turning red.
McNasty: All week, you have been so proud to
mention that your brother was " just giving me the match I wanted at
Wrestlefest." Well you will wish your brother wasn't so kind to me.
McNasty looks totally frustrated.
McNasty: See Raizzor, the way I see it is, I have
nothing to lose at this point. I go into this match with no key like six others
on the roster. I go in, with no winning streak to maintain. Hell, I don't even
have much pride left anymore as far as PWAers are concerned. All they know of
me, is this big man came to their fed, and lost to a chick.
McNasty finally calms down, and starts taking deep breaths.
McNasty: But that's exactly why I'm so dangerous
Raizzor. Because, I don't have anything to lose. Yet, I have everything to
prove. Because tonight, is all about redemption. Redemption for all these
mishaps. Redemption for my lose last week. Tonight, when I beat you Raizzor, all
these bad things go away.
McNasty: It’s ironic. It took me beating a legend
in BWF to become recognized. I suppose tonight, it will take me beating you for
these people to truly see how dangerous, and how much of a true fighter I really
can be.
McNasty turns to Bud.
McNasty: Got it?
Bud looks taken back by McNasty, as he begins laughing almost uncontrollably as
we go back to ringside.
McDaniel:
I think the man’s lost it
Rayne:
Did he have it to begin with?
Alex
Wilkie vs. The Phoenix
Eric
Emerson: The following contest is
scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta Canada and
weighing in at 250lbs, Alex Wilkie!
Wilkie
comes out to SDMF by Black Label Society and strides down, and into the ring.
Eric
Emerson: And, his opponent, hailing
from Orlando, Florida, and weighing in at 240lbs, The Phoenix!
The
Final Countdown by "Europe" begins to play just as the arena lights go
out and the ADC ADCtron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird
explodes in a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts.
The Phoenix the comes down from the rafters on a harness and enters the ring.
McDaniel:
Both put on a hell of a show last week! This
could be a defining match!
Rayne:
Or a yawner, I mean, it does have a Canadian in it!
McDaniel:
Sighs.
DING
DING DING!
The
matches opens with the grapple. Wilkie gets a hammerlock, which Phoenix
counters, and Wilkie re-counters, and Phoenix re-counters, and kicks him in the
stomach, then in the face when he buckles over.
McDaniel:
Phoenix is being very aggressive here, continuing from last week!
Phoenix
whips him into the ropes, then runs himself. Wilkie jumps over him and he
continues running. On the way back, with his back still to Phoenix, Wilkie tries
to jump over him again, but Phoenix comes up underneath him, landing Wilkie on
his shoulders. Phoenix stands and quickly tilts back, hitting a backdrop on him.
Rayne:
No stopping this machine! He’s
going all the way, I tell you!
Phoenix
climbs up top and goes for an elbow drop. Wilkie rolls and Phoenix lands hard.
Wilkie picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Phoenix holds the ropes and
stops and Wilkie misses the Yakuza kick he was going for. Phoenix, with Wilkie
spun by the kick and his back facing Phoenix, grabs him and goes another
backdrop type move. Wilkie flips back off his shoulder, grabs the ropes and
lands on the apron. Phoenix isn't sure what happened and looks around, confused,
but with his back toward Wilkie on the apron. Wilkie springs off the top rope
just as Phoenix turns and catches him a massive flipping neck breaker. He makes
the cover...
1...
2...
kickout.
McDaniel:
Nice move! Wilkie is coming back full force!!
Wilkie
picks him up and whips him into the ropes and catches him in a spine buster slam
and goes for the pin again...
1...
2...
thr-KICKOUT!
Rayne:
Nice, but not good enough!!! Phoenix still has a lot of power left in him!
Wilkie
picks him up and whips him into the corner, and follows up with a body splash.
He chops Phoenix once. The audience "WOOO!"s.
Another chop-- another "WOOO!". Phoenix suddenly grabs him and
throws him into the corner. Phoenix shoulder blocks him in the corner a few
times, then backs up and lets him drop the mat. Phoenix climbs up top and gets
ready for the Ashes. As Wilkie gets up, he runs into the ropes, causing Phoenix
to fall and crotch himself. Wilkie then stuns the crowd by delivering a perfect
super kick, knocking Phoenix out of the ring!
McDaniel:
OUCH! Phoenix never saw that one
coming!
Rayne:
If we have another count out! I swear I’m leaving!
McDaniel:
Maybe that’s not such a bad idea!
Rayne:
what??
Wilkie
slides out of the ring, and grabs Phoenix and whips him into the barricade,
however, Phoenix manages to reverse and Wilkie is sent flying over into the
crowd.
McDaniel:
More crowd interaction courtesy of our superstars!
Phoenix
grabs Wilkie, but Wilkie slams Phoenix head first into the barricade and as the
ref counts to six, Wilkie gets back over to the ring side area and shoves
Phoenix into the ring. Wilkie then scrambles to the top, aims and sails with a
flying forearm! As Phoenix falls to his knees, Wilkie bounces off the ropes and
goes for a drop kick! Phoenix bends sideways, though, knocking Wilkie to the
canvas.
Rayne:
Smart move by Phoenix!
Phoenix
stands, grabs a wobbly Wilkie and starts to hook him up for The Flame, but
suddenly Wilkie bursts to life, breaking free and answering with an out of
nowhere Grade A Knockout!
1
2
3!
McDaniel:
HOLY HELL, where did that come from!!?
Rayne:
The crowd’s stunned, Phoenix is stunned, hell, Wilkie looks stunned!
Eric
Emerson: The winner of the match,
ALEX WILKIE!!!
Wilkie
slides out of the ring, seemingly in a hurry just in case Phoenix decides he
wants to have a say about the outcome. Wilkie
reaches the two keys, his #2 and Phoenix’s #4.
He turns, and then smiles and adds insult to injury, and swipes the #4
key!
McDaniel:
Wilkie takes Phoenix’s key!
Rayne:
They’ve switched!! And Phoenix looks pissed! He had first choice, and he
wanted #2 from the beginning!!!!!!
McDaniel:
How will this turn out, for either of them?
Suddenly,
as Phoenix starts to exit the ring, the lights begin to flicker, much the same
as they did last week!
Rayne:
What the?
McDaniel:
Look! Up on the ADCtron!!
Again, as with last week, the strange symbol appears, this time flickering in and out… and it starts to rotate, going from its original horizontal position to a vertical one…
Rayne:
Phoenix has his senses back, more angry then confused about things.
McDaniel:
He still has a key though, it’s next week he’ll have to be far more
concerned about!
Rayne:
Who cares, it’s time for the main event, let’s stop wasting time!
Wrestlefest
Main Event
(2 out of 3 falls)
Raizzor
vs. Mark McNasty
Eric
Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the
following contest is our main event, and it is a Two out of Three falls contest!
Mark McNasty must win in order to advance to a key match next week, if he
does not, he is out of the running! Introducing
first, weighing in at 255lbs and hailing from Atlanta, Georgia… here is Mark
McNasty!!!!!
The
lights in the arena cut to black and blue as "Whatever you Became" by
Cold begins to play. Two blue pyros erupt from the stage as smoke begins to flow
from the back. After a moment, out walks Mark McNasty, receiving a huge pop from
the audience. He stops at the top of the ramp and cocks an eyebrow, as he rubs
his chin. He then smiles and points to the crowd before he walks down the ramp.
He slaps hands all the way to the ring where he rolls in. Mark then walks to a
corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle before pointing out to the crowd, receiving
another huge pop. He goes to the opposite corner and does the same, getting
another huge pop. He then walks to the center of the ring, looks to his left,
then his right, and then straight up. As he does, he raises his arms straight
up, and pyros begin reigning down behind him. As the pyros stop, Mark makes his
way to his corner as the music fades.
Eric
Emerson: And his opponent, weighing
in at 285lbs, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada.. the Soul-Taker; Raizzor!!
The
lights dim to near total darkness, save for four spotlights attached to the
rafters that begin flowing over the arena. Smoke begins to fill the ring and a
single GONG! Echoes the coming of the pyros! First, they set off on the stage,
in succession as they burn a trail down the ramp until they reach the bottom.
Then from the four corners of the ring, more pyros explode as the smoke grows
thicker. As the mist begins to clear, the arena explodes as the shape of the
Soul-Taker; Raizzor, takes form in the middle of the ring. Shooting one fist
into the air, the lights blast back on, and Raizzor stands solemnly, eyeing Mark
McNasty.
McDaniel:
McNasty doesn’t seem fazed by Raizzor’s appearance.
Rayne:
You heard him earlier, he is on a mission!!!!!
DING
DING DING!
McNasty
laughs at Raizzor and walks to the center of the ring. Raizzor, seemingly calm
and cool, walks forward as well. Just before McNasty can say anything though,
Raizzor hits him with an thrust to the throat that is hard, fast and violent.
McNasty backs up in shock, pain registering on his face and Raizzor begins
wailing away at McNasty with enormous, vicious blows. McNasty is backed into the
ropes and Raizzor whips him to the other side. McNasty however, is able to
reverse the move and as Raizzor bounces off the ropes, McNasty catches him with
a knee lift. Raizzor goes down but rolls back to his feet quickly, pouncing on
the startled McNasty.
McDaniel:
McNasty had a moment of taking control, but didn’t count on Raizzor’s
massive strength and quick reflexes.
Rayne:
Reflexes, I might add, that seem amazing for a man his size!
Raizzor
drives his fists into McNasty’s jaw and face, the only intention he has, to
eradicate McNasty from existence. McNasty falls back into the ropes and Raizzor
tries another whip. This time, successful, Raizzor catches McNasty with a back
body drop, then hits the ropes and connects with a leg drop. Raizzor returns to
his feet but gets struck with a low blow from McNasty, causing Raizzor to drop
to his knees in pain. McNasty then backs up and delivers a sharp drop kick to
Raizzor’s face, causing him to fall onto his back. McNasty then pulls Raizzor
up and suplexes him back down. McNasty goes for a quick cover… the ref
counts..
1…
kickout
by Raizzor.
Rayne:
Smart thinking there, trying to get the pin early
McDaniel:
But it’s not likely against Raizzor!
McNasty
pulls Raizzor up, but Raizzor hooks onto McNasty and hits a suplex of his own.
Raizzor then drives a knee into McNasty’s chest, as he lays on the mat.
McNasty tries to pull himself up, but Raizzor catches him with a boot to the
ribs, and McNasty falls back down in agony. Raizzor, his eyes focused and
determined, begins to wail away again on McNasty, repeatedly kicking him in the
ribs and kidneys… each savage kick sending a message home. Then, Raizzor pulls
McNasty up, spins him over and hits the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker. Raizzor goes
for the cover..
1….
.2…
Kickout!.
Rayne:
He just kicked out of one of Raizzor’s signature finishes!
McDaniel:
He wants this, BAD!
Raizzor
whips McNasty into the turnbuckle, and grabs him by the hair, slamming his face
into the corner repeatedly. McNasty stumbles back, bent over and coughing from
the pain in his ribs. Raizzor scrambles to the top rope and delivers the
Guillotine Leg Drop to the back of McNasty’s head while he’s bent over,
sending him face first into the mat. Raizzor rolls over McNasty and scores the
easy
1
2
3!
Winner
of the first fall: Raizzor
McDaniel:
Raizzor proves his dominance in the ring! If
this had been Wrestlefest, Raizzor would have walked away BWF World Champion,
just as his brother did.
Rayne:
This is an eerie echo of what McNasty feared most!
His only saving grace, is he has two chances left to overcome the
Soul-Taker.
McDaniel:
But that’s just it! He’s down two to one!
And in serious pain! I think this contest is near it’s end!
Waiting
for McNasty to stumble to his feet, Raizzor steps forward and tosses McNasty
outside the ring. Raizzor quickly
slides through the bottom rope and attacks McNasty, whipping him into the steel
steps. But McNasty stops short, barely catching himself and turns as Raizzor
bounds in, and body slams him into the steel steps. Raizzor grabs his back in
pain as McNasty lifts him up, throwing him back into the ring. McNasty slides
inside, but is startled to see Raizzor back on his feet, charging.
Rayne:
He shouldn’t be so startled, Raizzor is no normal man!
McNasty
tries to deflect a wild punch, but it connects solidly, backing him into the
ropes. Raizzor then knees him in the stomach, grabs his hair, and delivers a
DDT, sending McNasty face first into the mat. Raizzor rolls him over and goes
for a pin, but McNasty kicks out before the one count. Raizzor backs up as
McNasty rises and rushes forward, but is caught with a elbow to the face,
backing him up and letting McNasty get enough room to clothesline Raizzor into
the turnbuckle.
McDaniel:
I see desperation in McNasty’s eyes! That can lead to serious mistakes!
McNasty
then moves into the corner wish a hard splash, and then headlocks Raizzor and
lifts him up onto the turnbuckle. McNasty, having Raizzor in place, climbs up
and hooks up Raizzor for a superplex. Raizzor, however, hooks his legs around
the ropes, and as McNasty goes for the move, Raizzor jerks back, and McNasty
goes falling to the mat. Raizzor then sets himself upright, soars through the
air and hits the Guillotine Leg Drop! The ref, in position, makes the count…
1…….
2……
Thre-shoulder
up!!!!
Rayne:
HOLY *BEEP*!! He got out!
McDaniel:
Somehow, McNasty is going numb from the devastating move, and was able to get a
shoulder up!!
Back
in the ring, Raizzor recovers quickly and rolls to his feet. McNasty, however,
is a little slower, using a lot of his energy to kickout. Raizzor knee lifts
McNasty in the jaw and then hooks him in a reverse neck breaker. But the moment
McNasty hits the mat, he is rolling back to his feet. Raizzor circles the man
and they stare each other in the eyes.. The two men then lock up, dead center of
the ring, and struggle for the advantage. McNasty pushes Raizzor back into the
corner, and the ref tries to break the two men apart. McNasty begins to back
off, the goes for a cheap shot, which Raizzor blocks and delivers his own punch.
McDaniel:
Had he connected, that could have been a disqualification!
Rayne:
I think McNasty is losing control!!
McNasty
backs off.. the two men, wary of each other, lock up again, this time Raizzor
pushes McNasty to the corner, and to everyone’s surprise, breaks it off
cleanly. Raizzor turns to walk to the center of the ring, but McNasty charges
for the behind and with every ounce of energy he has left, connects with the
Lights out!
Rayne:
Whoa! Rookie mistake by Raizzor!!
The
ref drops to make the count….
1…….
2…..
3!
The
winner of the second fall: Mark McNasty!
McDaniel:
I can’t phantom why Raizzor would break the hold cleanly and then turn his
back! He’s paid dearly as it’s now one to one for falls!
Rayne:
This is the deciding moment!!
The
ref orders McNasty into his corner and waits for Raizzor to stand.
Once he’s up, the ref signals for the match to continue and the two men
stand there, eyes locked. Raizzor is seething with anger, and the two argue back
and forth. Finally, unable to hold back, Raizzor strikes with a closed fist,
which McNasty blocks, sending Raizzor railing back with his own. McNasty then
goes on the offensive, taking advantage of Raizzor’s weakened condition to
strike blow after blow to Raizzor’s forehead and face.
McDaniel:
McNasty’s changed!!! He’s showing the determination of a real world
champion!
Rayne:
He can’t let down now!
Raizzor
manages to block a punch and kicks McNasty in the stomach. McNasty doubles over
and Raizzor hits a Fame-asser type move to McNasty, driving him face first to
the mat. Raizzor then knees McNasty in the back two times and then pulls him up.
McNasty, shaken, punches Raizzor in the gut, pulls him over and hits a Pedigree
on Raizzor! McNasty tries for quick cover but only scores a one count. McNasty
pulls Raizzor back up and whips him quickly into the ropes, following it up with
a knee lift then an elbow drop. McNasty then lifts the exhausted Raizzor up and
suplexes him hard to the mat, trying another cover.. only to get a two count.
McDaniel:
SO CLOSE
Raizzor
then takes quick advantage, flipping McNasty over by the hair and then slamming
his knee into McNasty’s shoulder. Raizzor backs up and goes for a huge knee
drop, but McNasty rolls out of the way and Raizzor crashes to the mat. McNasty
assumes the advantage and grabs Raizzor by the hair, but Raizzor counters into a
small package pinfall. The ref makes the count…..
1……
2
kickout
by the former champion!
McDaniel:
He has to get his focus back!
Rayne:
He feels he’s so close, but that was a bad mistake this late in the game!
McNasty,
infused with anger, starts smashing away on Raizzor, but Raizzor takes the
blows.. returning his own, and the two men begin to beat each other down.. soon,
both are on their knees… struggling to knock the other out.. but both unable
to overcome the other. Exhausted, the two men sit back, breathing hard and
staring at each other through slitted eyes, neither wanting, but having to admit
the strengths of the other. Crawling back to their feet, both men attack with a
renewed energy… and McNasty takes the advantage, delivering a powerbomb,
suplex and body slam all in a row… Raizzor then gets control, with a Samoan
drop, a "rock bottom" and two clotheslines.
McDaniel:
They’re breaking out all the moves!! It’s
boiling over in that ring!!!
Rayne:
Listen to the crowd, everyone’s on their feet!!!
Half
the crowd: MCNASTY! MCNASTY! MCNASTY!!!!!!
Other
half: RAIZZOR! RAIZZOR! RAIZZOR!!!!!!
McNasty
isn’t through yet, he blocks a punch and sends Raizzor reeling into the
ropes.. McNasty then comes forward, intent on finishing things, when he gets
caught by Raizzor and turned over into the Tombstone Shoulder Breaker!!
McDaniel:
It’s over, count McNasty out!
Rayne:
But WHAT an effort!
Raizzor
then climbs to the top turnbuckle, measures McNasty and soars with the
Guillotine Leg Drop! However,
McNasty rolls!! Raizzor crashes to the canvas and even though his body screams
in defiance, McNasty coughs, almost vomiting as he grabs Raizzor and flips him
up and over with the Sault-Slam, landing in a cover position!
1
2
3/kickout!!
McDaniel:
Did he???
Rayne:
HA! Yes! The ref is calling for the bell!!! McNasty got the pin!
McDaniel:
WOW! I saw Raizzor’s shoulder coming up at the same time the ref hit the mat
with the three! Almost a photo type finish!!!
Eric
Emerson: The
winner of the match, MARK McNASTY!!!!!!
McDaniel:
A great moment for McNasty!!
Rayne:
Hell yeah, I knew he could do it!
McDaniel:
So confident after the fact!!
Rayne:
HAHAH.
McNasty
stands proud in the middle of the ring! Raizzor,
on the outside, stares darkly for a moment, and then turns without a thought and
strides up the ramp. As he reaches
the entrance, Chamelion comes out with mic in hand.
The brothers exchange a quick word, and Chamelion pats him on the back.
He then turns towards the ring.
Chamelion:
Mark, I must say, a hell of a performance. Ya
know, kiddo, you had it all wrong. I didn’t do what I did to mess you up.
I did it to motivate you. You
were either going to prove you still had it, or get buried and be done.
Frankly, this is a good outcome for you, the PWA, and even myself!
Raizzor understood he had to get the job done, but that if it didn’t
happen, I wasn’t gonna be hurt about it.
He
pauses, and smiles.
Chamelion:
And as promised, I said if you won tonight you would get a shot at a key again,
and I do keep my word! Next week,
you’re going to get a shot against Nick Mathews!
I figure this is a bit more up your alley then the soul-taker, right?
And Icetank, as promised, will get a shot at Kirlia Gardevoir!!!
The
crowd roars their approval!!!
Chamelion:
The other matches, you will all be able to check out on PWA.COM very shortly,
but I need to comment on something! It
seems that the way things have been going for Sirus, he’s still getting a feel
for the ring again… and I think it’s time he has a little help, and is put
in the right direction! So, next
week… Sirus will be teaming with his long time friend, Grifter, to take on
Jericho and Odyssey Baldwin in tag team action… the winners… well, the
winners are going to get a shot at the PWA Tag Team titles at our first PPV!!!!!!!
Rayne:
Somehow, I think I know how that’s gonna turn out next week!
McDaniel:
The Brothers Grimm returns!!!! HELL YES!
Chamelion:
But before we go off the air here, I have to admit, these ‘re-matches’ are
quite exciting! So I think the PWA
fans deserve yet another rematch! Next
week, in the main event… Alex Wilkie, who now holds key #4, is going to have
to defend that key… against the person who ended his PWA World title reign…
one PSYCHO SANDRA!!!!!!!!!!!
McDaniel:
AWESOME!!!!
Rayne:
Hotness in the main event!
McDaniel:
Wilkie vs. Sandra, what a main event!
Back
up on the ramp, Chamelion continues.
Chamelion:
Oh, and of course, before I forget… (laughs)… next week, the moment everyone
has been waiting anxiously for! After
the main event, here in this very ring, we will find out not only WHO are
champions are, but what titles they have ultimately earned!!
Next week, we crown our six PWA champions!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good luck to all
of you!
McDaniel:
I cannot wait!
Rayne:
Seven days, McDaniel… seven days and we have champions!!!
McDaniel:
But that’s it for Rampage tonight! For
Rayne, this is Jon McDaniel saying good night!!!
©
PWA 2008