"Flash Forward, Flash Back!"

Live from the Philips Arena - Atlanta, Georgia

April 25th, 2008

Backstage before Rampage begins, Chamelion stands in his office and he hears the boos of the crowd when he appears on screen. He simply shares his Cheshire smile and shrugs.

Chamelion: Music to my ears, but if you don’t want to hear the grand announcements I’m going to make that I know you’re all going to love, just boo louder.

Amazingly, the jeering settles but does not stop.

Chamelion: See? Like me or hate me, you know I come through!  Here’s the deal , Not only will you get to see five great matches live here tonight, but you will also see not one, but TWO, count them TWO huge PPV replays!  The first; Night three of Revolutions Per Minute will be shown tonight along with the rampage matches!!

Huge pop!

Chamelion: But, that’s not all… also, we’re going to show you FOUR of the Genesis Five matches as well, to give us a huge 12 match show!!

Tremendous Pop!!

Chamelion: So, say what ya will about me, but for the fans, I ALWAYS come through!!  Because of this, McDaniel and Rentfro, I apologize, but we’re going to skip the opening commentary and begin with a Night Three match from RPM!  Demise vs. Riona Langly!  It’s SHOWTIME!

Grizzly Beer Title Match  
Pure Wrestling Rules  
Riona Langly (c) vs. Lex Demise  

McDaniel: This is going to be a very interesting first contest here tonight, as Riona Langly defends her Grizzly Beer Title against former PWA World Champion Lex Demise.  

Rentfro: Demise has been on a roll since his return, defeating both Deacon Frost & Duff in a triple threat match, and taking Mark McNasty to the limit. The question is, can he operate under Riona's rules.  

McDaniel: Riona has chosen the stipulation in this match because she is the champ, and she has said that it will be fought under Pure Style rules. Each wrestler has three rope breaks to stop submission holds or pinfalls. After these rope breaks are used, then you cannot use the ropes to escape from the match.  

Rentfro: A wrestler is subject to a twenty count by the referee as opposed to the usual ten count.  

McDaniel: And most detrimental to Demise, there are no closed fist punches to the face or any other part of the head and neck area are strictly forbidden. Only open faced slaps and chops are allowed above the neck. Any breaking of this rule will first result in a warning, followed by penalizing the competitor a rope break. If the competitor is out of rope breaks, then the match ends in a disqualification.  

Rentfro: And given that this style plays right into Riona's strengths, this is going to be a test for the challenger to adapt to.  

McDaniel: Let's send it to ringside for the announcements.  

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen the opening contest of Night 3 at Revolutions per Minute is scheduled for one fall and is to be contested under Pure Wrestling Rules for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship! Introducing first…..the challenger….  

(Lights go black and a single spotlight lights up the arena entryway.)

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring....

("Exile" by Soilwork plays over the PA. Upon the opening words of the song, a man clad in a black trench coat and jeans enters the arena, surveying the ring. His long sandy hair is no longer dyed. A Jack Skellington skicap covers his brow. Eyes hidden behind black-rimmed Oakleys, he sniffs once and strokes his chin before idly making his way down the ring, seemingly disinterested by the whole affair.)

Eric Emerson: From Eastern Kentucky....weighing in at 266 pounds...Lex Demise!

(The man stops halfway as he seems to be looking for someone or something at his side. A long forgotten figure. She's not there, never is. Slowly he moves into the ring, removing his glasses and skicap. The light catches a reflection off his glass eye, firmly entrenched in his left eye socket. He removes his trench coat and leans back in the corner, uninterested in the rest of the world around him.)  

McDaniel: Lex Demise a multiple time champion in a career that has spanned ten years. Chief among those is his reign with the PWA World Title back in 2002.  

Rentfro: But he’s out of his element here tonight…  

A soft pinging noise fills the speakers, moving across the arena as the lights flicker along with it. As the pinging comes to a stop, the lights in the arena shut off completely, and orchestral intro to "Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins. The crowd doesn't really know what to think as images of angels and death flash across the screen, superimposed with flashes of ring action. The lights begin to flicker along with the beat of the drums. And without a warning, the music stops and a massive explosion of red pyro goes off on both sides of the entrance ramp as the the guitars kick in most mightily, the lights coming back on with a fury. Blue lasers fly about the arena as Marco Hietala begins singing.

### Denying the lying ###
### A million children fighting ###
### For lives in strife ###
### For hope beyond the horizon ###

The lasers switch to a reddish hue as Tajra begins to sing....

### A dead world ###
### A dark path ###
### Not even crossroads to choose from ###
### All the blood red carpets before me ###
### Behold this fair creation of God ###

As Tajra's pace and the music calm down considerably, a spotlight bursts out from in front of the curtain as a figure slowly makes its way out in front of it, head tilted down. The figure stops just in front of the light, head tilted down. Her long, black hair flows over her shoulders, bangs at the front hiding her face as she silhouettes herself on the light.

Eric Emerson: "Introducing his opponent, she stands 5 feet, 9 inches and weighed in this morning at 142 pounds..."

### My only wish to leave behind ###
### All the days of the earth ###
### An everyday hell of my kingdom come ###

The woman slowly lifts her head up, hair hanging down over her face and obscuring most of it. Finally, as the second of the song begins, she throws her arms out to the side in a crucifix pose and flicks her head back, her hair flying back over her shoulders and revealing her face.  A huge pop occurs as a stream of silver sparks fall from the screen above her, the light behind her blacking out.  She ignores any sort of minor pain that the sparks would be causing her as three silver fireworks shoot off from the top of the tron to fly off and hit sets above the ring, causing minor explosions and the lasers to switch back to blue.

### The first rock thrown again ###
### Welcome to hell, little Saint ###
### Mother Gaia in slaughter ###
### Welcome to paradise soldier ###

Riona drops her pose and paces each side of the entrance ramp, mentally preparing herself for the match as she loosens her muscles up a bit with a little bounce.

Eric Emerson: "She comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and is the Celestial Trigger..."

### My first cry never-ending ###
### All life is to fear for life ###
### You fool, you wanderer ###
### You challenged the gods and lost ###

Riona returns to the middle of the entranceway and begins to make her way down the ramp as silver sparks suddenly fly up from either side of the entrance ramp to shower down over her, creating a tunnel of sorts due to the arching shape. Riona's typical neutral gaze not showing much of her thoughts towards the crowd.  The arching shape keeps her from specifically reaching out for high fives, but she doesn't bother to stop the few pats on the back she gets through the tunnel of sparks. Riona stops at the bottom of the ramp as the sparks finally dissipate, looking up into the ring for a few moments before walking over to and up the stairs. She quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crucifix pose as silver pyro shoots up from the other three turnbuckles with a loud pop as soon as the chorus begins.

Eric Emerson: "The PWA Grizzly Beer Champion…RIOOOONA... LANGLLLYYYY!!"

### Save yourself a penny for the ferryman ###
### Save yourself and let them suffer ###
### In hope ###
### In love ###
### This world ain't ready for The Ark ###

She holds the pose there while the chorus goes on, the lasers finally ending. Finally, Riona lowers her arms and hops down into to her corner, doing some last minute stretches and getting ready for the match as the lights return to normal.

McDaniel: The champion looks ready to go. Riona is a former 2 time CWA champion and a veteran over in Japan. She has certainly utilized her championship advantage here tonight, and it’s going to be hard for Demise to adapt.

(The bell rings and we are underway. Lex and Riona slowly circle each other, both of them with a slight smirk on their respective faces. Demise’s face quickly turns to a scowl as he tries to catch Riona, only to have her dart out of the way and nail him with a stiff kick to the back of the thigh. Demise winces slightly, and grimaces in frustration before turning back towards Riona. He dives at her again, only to have her dodge again and nail a second kick to the thigh.)

McDaniel: Riona using her quickness here to try and play a game of cat and mouse with Demise.

Rentfro: She knows he’s going to have to keep him off balance and keep him from settling into a rhythm.

(Demise actually smirks at Riona, and waves his finger in her face. Demise slowly moves towards the corner, backing Riona there. When she tries to get away, Demise drops down and executes a drop toe hold, quickly floating over into a front facelock. Riona fights him all the way, keeping him from cinching in the move fully and reverses, hooking on a hammer lock. She wrenches back on his arm, before he reaches back with his loose arm and tries to pull her forward. She refuses to budge, and the hold stays in place. Demise winces at the extra tork he had put on his arm, before he delivers two or three elbows to her face, causing her to stagger backwards. Demise runs off the ropes and drops tries a mafia kick to the jaw, but Riona quickly ducks and nails a stiff kick to his planted shin, causing Demise to stumble and fall over. Demise rolls out of the ring, frustrated, and the referee begins his count.)

McDaniel: Demise is going to use that twenty count to his advantage I would guess. So far Riona is using her quickness well.

Rentfro: He won’t be if Riona does this!

(The ref counts to five before Riona decides to catch Demise off guard. She runs off the ropes and drops down for a baseball slide. But apparently Demise heard her, as he moves out of the way, allowing her to slide through. Demise quickly scoops her up and executes a front slam on the concrete floor below. Without wasting a beat, Demise moves her stomach first onto the concrete, and places his foot behind her left knee, lifting her leg up and stomping it hard to the cement floor.)

McDaniel: That will change things!

(Demise picks Riona up and tosses her back in the ring, breaking the count at nine. He picks up Riona and moves her to the corner. Demise positions Riona’s head and executes a couple of palm thrusts to her throat. Demise plays to the crowd for a moment, before Riona darts out of the corner and pushes him in. Riona executes several knife edge chops to Demise’s chest, before lifting her bad leg and choking him with her shin across his throat. After four seconds of this, she relents and executes a high roundhouse to the side of Demise’s head, causing him to slump over.)

McDaniel: Demise in a bad way here.

Rentfro: That kick caught him right in the side of the temple. It may have concussed him. It certainly knocked him for a loop!

(Riona pulls Demise into the center of the ring and covers him.

1

2

Shoulder Up!

Riona picks up Demise by the hair and nails him with an open fisted slap across the chest.. After following up with two backhand slaps to the jaw, she runs off the ropes and hits a running enziguri to the side of Demise’s head, causing him to fall over to both knees. She measures him up from a distance, before running full speed and nailing a shining wizard right to his already damaged temple. She quickly cradles him for the pin.

1

2

Rope break!)

McDaniel: And Demise has used his first rope break of the match.

Rentfro: I must admit that I am surprised by Riona taking it to Demise thus far. Her attack has caught him off guard. Maybe he underestimated her a bit going into the match?

(Riona gets up and waits for Demise to slowly stagger to his feet, a smile forming on his lips. She runs at him with a quick open forearm shot to the side of the head, continuing to pound away at the side of his skull. Two or three more times causes Demise to cover up, slowly backing into the corner. Riona keeps up her assault, while Demise just takes the abuse. Riona relents for one moment, before going back on the attack. Demise ducks her next roundhouse kick, moving out of the corner and nailing a shoulder block to the small of her back, driving her chest first into the turnbuckle. Riona staggers back, the breath knocked out of her, and Demise proceeds to chop block her left knee right out from under her.)

McDaniel: The wily veteran right back to that left knee he was working on earlier!

(Demise quickly pulls Riona to the center of the ring and stomps away at the inner ligaments of Riona’s left knee. Demise proceeds to apply a Spinning Toehold, continuing to wrench pressure on the knee and lower leg of Riona. The ref asks Riona if she gives up, to which she emphatically says no. Demise stops the hold and backs into the corner, sizing up Riona. A few moments later, Demise executes a well placed elbow drop right across her chest, hooking the near leg for a cover…

1

2

Shoulder Up!

Demise lifts Riona from the mat and pushes her into the corner. Demise lifts her up onto the turnbuckle and then slaps her across the face before climbing up with her. He positions her head between his legs and signals to the crowd, before executing a top rope power bomb onto Riona, causing her to land near the ropes. Demise takes a moment to shake out the cobwebs and then goes for a cover…

1

2

Rope break!)

Rentfro: And now both competitors have used a rope break in this match. Both have two of them remaining for use in this match.

(Demise grins at Riona, before picking her up and measuring her in the center of the ring. He runs at her, intending to nail a lariat clothesline, which Riona quickly ducks. She reaches behind him and hooks on a full nelson before falling backwards with her knees firmly pressed into Demise’s back.)

McDaniel: DETONATOR! This one could be over!

Rentfro: She’s not going for the pin though!

(Riona wastes no time in hooking Demise’s leg and locking him in the Painkiller Hypermix! Demise shouts out in pain as his shoulder and neck are torked backwards, and after a few seconds he leans back with his longer, free leg, and grasps at the bottom rope.)

McDaniel: Demise has used his second rope break. One more left in the match.

(Riona releases the hold, but doesn’t let up, hitting several stomps to the head and neck area of Demise. She picks up the groggy superstar and whips him into the ropes. As he comes back, she executes a Thesz Press, using her momentum to drive him down to the mat. She grabs onto his right arm and executes a cross armbreaker, wrenching back on his already injured shoulder. Demise screams out in pain, but makes no motion for the ropes or to tap. Instead he rolls over and slowly gets to his feet, Riona clasped onto his right arm all the while. In a strong sign of power. Demise lifts Riona up off the with both his trapped and his good arm, and launches her into the turnbuckle, her head whip lashing back as she hits. Demise tries to shake a numb feeling out of his right arm, and Riona slowly shakes her head, clearing out any lingering fuzziness. Riona comes running at Demise, only to have Demise moves out of the way, and when Riona turns around she is met by a stiff mafia kick right to the jaw.)

Rentfro: That will wake her up!

McDaniel: Both these competitors are giving it everything they’ve got.

(Demise slowly picks Riona up. He hooks her in a Full Nelson and then executes a bridging Dragon Suplex with pin…

1

Rope break!)

McDaniel: Maybe fortunate and unfortunate there for Riona, as her feet got tangled up in the ropes. That counts as a rope break, her second, but she looks to be on dream street right now anyway.

(Demise snarls at the misfortune, before picking up Riona again by the left leg. He wrenches back with a modified dragon screw, causing her to land flat on her back. Demise flips over with a bridge pin…

1

2

Shoulder Up!

Demise picks up Riona and sets her up for a suplex.)

Rentfro: He may be setting up for the sinner’s end!  

(Demise lifts Riona high up in the air, but she uses her own momentum to wrestle out of the suplex position and fight to behind him. Riona tries to hook in a Full Nelson for a second Detonator, but Demise runs away and bounces off the ropes. Demise tries for a Silver Bullet spear, but Riona leapfrogs him. Demise turns around and is met with a stiff knee to the gut, which Riona follows up with a hard knee back to the side of the head, sending him sprawling to the mat. She executes a lateral press…

1

2

Shoulder Up!

Riona picks Demise up by the hair and whips him into the ropes. She runs at him and executes a cross body close to the ropes…

1

2

Rope break!)

McDaniel: And Demise has used his final rope break of the match!

(Riona quickly floats Demise over to his back and tries to lock in the Painkiller again, but Demise fights out with elbows to the face. Riona backs away for a moment, and when she turns back she is immediately drilled with a Silver Bullet! Demise wastes no time in going back to Riona’s legs, hooking in a Nagata Lock!)

Rentfro: Demise calls that move The Fade…and we’ll see if Riona has enough strength left to counter this!

(Riona winces in pain as Demise wrenches down on the injured knee, before reaching for the ropes and grabbing it.)

McDaniel: And now both competitors have used their final rope break of the match!

(Demise releases the hold and takes a moment to catch his breath, while Riona grasps her knee in pain. Demise signals to the crowd for the end, picking Riona up and hooking a double underhook. Riona fights out of the hold and pushes Demise to the ropes, attempting a victory roll. Demise hooks the top rope, allowing Riona to roll through. Both competitors turn and try a stiff clothesline, only to hit each other and fall down onto the ground, exhausted.)

McDaniel: Both of them have given everything they have! Who can hold on the longest!

(Riona and Demise slowly stagger to their feet. Demise instinctively tries for a right hand, which fortunately does not connect with Riona’s face, but earns admonishment from the referee nonetheless. Riona ducks down from the right cross, and hooks Demise up and nails the Tourniquet! She floats over quickly and locks back in the Painkiller Hypermix!)

Rentfro: It’s over! Demise can’t get out of the hold and he’s out of rope breaks!

(Demise screams in agony as Riona wrenches back on the hold, but he still refuses to give up. Two…three…four minutes pass as Riona refuses to let go while Demise continues to hold on in vain. Finally, beads of sweat dripping from his brow, Demise slowly taps out to the pain. The bell rings and Planet Hell plays.)

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match as a result of a submission….and still PWA Grizzly Beer Champion….RIONA LANGLY!

McDaniel: A fantastic match by both competitors. Each of them gave everything they had, but in the end Riona was just too much for the challenger.

We cut from RPM to Rampage, and to the backstage area. "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali, the new PWA Intercontinental Champion, is seen striding from the garage area towards his private locker room. He is wearing a custom-tailored black Versace suit, his title belt slung over his left shoulder.

Lean Bean Miller dashes up to him as he reaches the door to his room.

Lean Bean: Jonathon! Nightmare! I was wondering if we could get a few words with you??

Jonathon turns around then nods with a smile, noticing his long-time associate and the camera with him.

Nightmare: Sure, I always have time for the fans and the press. What would you like to know?

Lean Bean: Well, as everyone may know by now, several new champions were crowned on the first night of Revolutions Per Minute, and you were one of them.

Nightmare: RPM? Man, the first two nights were one Hell of a show. Joe Boxer has put together the best show on which I have ever participated, let alone watched. Like you said, new champions were crowned as Kyle Stevenson finally put away the mental baggage that was weighting him down and took the Television Title away from Fire. I knew he had the potential after fighting him. Then there was the Razordolls. So many people thought they were going to lose, but I knew they were winners. Lisa is one Hell of a wrestler. She's even beaten Thunderwolf, a feat few can claim. As for Dahlia? If that match didn't prove she was an apt student then nothing will.

Miller points to the IC belt on Jonathon's shoulder.

Lean Bean: And, of course, there was your own title match, which you obviously won.

Jon smirks in amusement.

Nightmare: Obviously. But that's what happens when your opposition gets too cocky and full of themselves. You'd think McNasty would have known better. After all, it's how he beat Raizzor and Corey Lazarus. Mark's done S&V proud, however. It was a tough fight, exactly what I thrive upon: competition. And that's what I'm going to have out of Duff tonight: competition. He's going to want to punish me for humiliating him, but then most people hate the truth. He's going to want to hurt me for costing him a title by putting him out of the running. Well, I say for him to bring it on. That's why I put my newly won PWA Intercontinental Championship on the line.
He wants to make a name for himself? He wants to prove the M.o.A. is dominant and not a joke? He wants to achieve this off of me? He can damn well try.

Jonathon chuckles darkly and gives a shake of the head.

Nightmare: And he'll fail. He'll fail just like every other single time he's tried. The truth is, he's just going to be one of several notches on my belt. A true champion is a fighting champion. A champion and their title bring honor to one another. It's a two-way street, not a one-way relationship, despite what so many seem to believe. You don't do that by avoiding defending it. You do that by putting away the competition. What better way to begin this super show than with a successful title defense? And if Duff doesn't agree then he can damn well try to prove me wrong.

With that said, Nightmare enters his room, letting the door close behind him. Lean Bean looks from the door to the camera.

Lean Bean: Those are fighting words if I've ever heard them, folks. Let's see if he can back them up tonight as Nightmare battles Duff for the PWA Intercontinental Championship. Back to you, Jon and Brian.

We cut back live down at ringside with Rentfro and McDaniel.

McDaniel: I tell you man, Night three was just awesome in Dublin!

Rentfro: Meh. the show was good, but the food!? I still got the runs!

McDaniel: Let's keep your bowel problems to yourself, okay?

Rentfro: THAT'S The problem! Anyway, because we're showing the three matches from RPM here tonight, we'll save our discussion for the live matches going on now!  The opening match of tonight's program should be one hell of a bout, pitting two men who absolutely hate one another against each other.

McDaniel: Add in the fact it's an impromptu title defense and you have a great opener to tonight's show. Let's go to Eric for the ring introductions.

PWA Intercontinental Championship Match
Nightmare (C) vs. Duff Cote D'ivoire!!!

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, they will be done!--

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

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

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

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

Eric Emerson: On the way to the ring: from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 275 lbs., he is a member of the Masters of Armageddon... DUFF CÔTE D'IVOIIIRE!!!

He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments. They throw nothing a barrage of jeers at him as he laughs at their discontent.

--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--

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

Eric Emerson: And introducing his opponent... hailing from Los Angeles, California...

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 stands six foot nine inches and weighs two hundred and sixty pounds and is YOUR PWA Intercontinental Champion...

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

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

Eric Emerson: NIGHTMARE!!!

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

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

Nightmare scans the crowd like a general surveying his troops. His gaze then settles upon the ring. Making his way forward he slaps hands with the fans. Trailing behind Nightmare are his manager Akira and his bodyguard Dhamballa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before the bell can even ring to begin the match the two men begin ripping into one another, punches to the face, chops to the chest, forearms to the head, kicks to the legs, it's an out-right brawl. The referee steps between the two men, separating them long enough to signal for the bell. Then Duff and Nightmare are at it once again, this time with the hapless official trapped between them. Duff Côte d'Ivoire nails the Intercontinental Champion with a huge double axe-handle smash to the chest, sending him stumbling into... and almost through... the ropes.

Rentfro: Duff is relentless in his assault, almost sending Nightmare to the floor!

McDaniel: But the champ springs right back with a rebound clothesline straight from Hell and straight for Duff!

Rentfro: Duff pulls the referee in front of him to block the shot, however, and the official is OUT COLD!

Jonathon Wehali pauses to check on the referee, but that proves to be a mistake as d'Ivoire nails him with an evenflow DDT. Duff covers for the pin, but there is no referee to make the three count. The enforcer of the M.o.A. pulls Wehali up by the hair then whips him into the ropes, catching and planting him with a wicked spinebuster. Duff Côte d'Ivoire applies the Teutonic Claw to the champion's forehead as he talks smack to him. Suddenly Jonathon spews black mist into his opponent's eyes, delivering the Shadow of the Dragon. Duff stumbles about the ring blindly, clutching his eyes.

Rentfro: Finally we get another referee out here!

McDaniel: And just that quickly he's taken out by Duff! He must have thought the referee was Wehali as he nailed that swinging neckbreaker!

Jonathon Wehali circles his opponent as Duff swings wildly. The IC champion moves behind his opponent and delivers a backstabber before flipping him overhead with a reverse monkeyflip. Duff pulls himself up to his feet by use of the ropes, his vision finally clearing. Jonathon whips d'Ivoire into the opposite corner with such force that his adversary bounces back out. Nightmare rushes the M.o.A. enforcer with a hagakure, but Duff Côte d'Ivoire takes him down with a mountain bomb, holding onto the legs. A third official slides into the ring and makes the count.

One...

McDaniel: That's not going to work. They're too close to the ropes.

Rentfro: As Nightmare just proves as he gets his foot into the ropes before the two count.

Growling in frustration, Duff drags the champion to his feet, looking for a gutwrench powerbomb. Jonathon Wehali powers his way back to his feet, however, and quickly executes a ranhei which he floats through to perform a lightning spiral. Nightmare covers for the pin.

One...

Two...

Duff kicks out with authority, actually managing to toss Wehali into the air and off him in a display of pure power. The two men roll to their feet and circle one another. The IC Champion goes for the lanzarse spike but it taken off his feet by a Lou Thesz press from Duff. Duff begins pounding away with closed fists at his adversary. The official tries to pull d'Ivoire off when he ignores his reprimands, but d'Ivoire tosses him aside. The diversion proves to be Nightmare's break, however, as Jonathon drives a stiff headbutt into the bridge of the enforcer's nose, forcing him to roll off and hold his nose in pain.

Rentfro: There certainly is no love lost between these two men, and to think Nightmare was working with the M.o.A. just a few weeks ago.

McDaniel: Only because that was how it was booked, Brian, not by his choice, as he's proving right here tonight.

Jonathon Wehali measures his man and fires a shoot kick at Duff's head. D'Ivoire ducks the kick, however, catching Wehali's leg and transitioning to deliver a fallaway slam. Nightmare rolls right back to his feet, however, and fires a side thrust kick into the back of his opponent's head, sending him crashing into the referee as both men topple through the ropes to the floor.

Rentfro: Oh God damn it! Would those two quit taking out the referees already?!

McDaniel: Wait, Brian, he's getting up. The official's still good.

Rentfro: Thank God.

Duff pushes himself back to his feet then dives to the side as the Intercontinental Champion flies off the top turnbuckle with a roundhouse kick. As Nightmare lands, d'Ivoire nails him with a low blow. Seeing this, the official gets right into Duff's face, reprimanding him. Duff looks out at the crowd, shrugs with a smirk, then nails a low blow kick to the referee before delivering a reverse STO. The enforcer then turns his attention to his opponent, taking Nightmare down with a Russian legsweep. Duff steps onto the apron, taunting the fans. As Jonathon forces himself slowly back to his feet, d'Ivoire dives off the apron with a flying clothesline, sending both men sprawling up the entrance ramp. Duff follows up with a piledriver, bouncing the champion's head off the rampway.

McDaniel: This match is pure mayhem! What a way to open the show!

Rentfro: With how they're taking out the referees, this could be the end of it as well.

McDaniel: Wait, what's Duff doing on the ramp? He's dragging Nightmare towards the stage....

Rentfro: He's going for a crucifix powerbomb! If he lands this could put a finish to Nightmare's title reign before it even begins!!

As if hearing Rentfro's words, Nightmare's eyes snap open. He begins powering back, refusing to be taken down, and finally gets to his feet, reversing their positions. Jonathon Wehali executes a spinning tomokaze (Unprettier) and tosses Duff back down the rampway, sending him rolling back to ringside. Nightmare throws his opponent back into the ring then goes over to rouse the original referee for the match, knowing the match cannot be won without an official. Duff shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and pulls himself up to his feet through use of the ropes. Jonathon nails Duff with a rolling elbow to the side of the head and attempts to follow up with a spinning back fist. The M.o.A. enforcer ducks the fist, however, and takes the champ down with a German suplex.

Duff Côte d'Ivoire puts the boots to Nightmare then stomps on his lower spine before applying a camel clutch. Jonathon attempts to power out of the hold, but Duff simply sits further back to increase the pressure. The referee asks Wehali if he wishes to submit, but he refuses. The Intercontinental Champion grits his teeth, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead, as he attempts to fight against the pain. D'Ivoire laughs and hurls insults at his opponent, confident at his dominance over the match. This only serves to spur Nightmare on further, though, as he manages to get his foot into the ropes for the break.

Rentfro: Duff looks shocked that the champ can continue to rally back as he has.

McDaniel: He shouldn't be. The PWA Champions are among the toughest fighters in the world.

Duff Côte d'Ivoire reaches down to pull Nightmare to his feet, but he is sent stumbling back as Jonathon Wehali drives a rising palmheel up under his chin, snapping his head back viciously. Wehali whips Duff into the corner where he begins unleashing a flurry of blows in a Violence Party that takes d'Ivoire off his feet. Nightmare steps through to the apron and motions to the fans to be alert for a UFO as he springboards off the top rope to drive a spinning wheel kick to the back of his opponent's head with an Unbelievably Furious Offense. The Intercontinental Champion covers for the pin.

One...

Two...

Th-NO!

McDaniel: And now it's Nightmare's turn to be frustrated as Duff refuses to be put away.

Rentfro: I just don't see how these men can keep going after all the punishment they've dealt one another.

McDaniel: And that, Brian, is why you'll never be a star in the PWA like these two men.

Nightmare pulls Duff to his feet and whips him into the corner, following him in to nail a hyper kuga knee. The Intercontinental Champion then sets the enforcer on the top turnbuckle, signaling for Death Before Dishonor. Jonathon Wehali gets Duff Côte d'Ivoire in position then dives to the canvas, driving his opponent's head into the mat. Wehali covers.

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner and STILL PWA Intercontinental Champion... NIGHTMAAARRRE!!!

Rentfro: Duff put up one Hell of a fight, but no one gets up after suffering Death Before Dishonor.

McDaniel: You haven't seen the last of Duff Côte d'Ivoire by any means. He'll come back hungrier and meaner than ever. For now, however, Nightmare has solidified his position as a PWA champion.

Rentfro: This night has started out fast and it's just getting better!

McDaniel: While we get things ready for our next match, let's take you back a few years to Genesis Five, when the Brothers Grimm faced the combined talent of MVP and The Man for the PWA Tag Team Titles!

GENESIS FIVE
PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
The Brothers Grimm vs. The Man & MVP

DING!

Sirus and MVP start off with a simple lock up. Sirus transitions into a hammer lock and applies pressure. MVP quickly reverses that and takes it into a head lock. Sirus shoots a couple of elbows into MVP's back to soften him up and tries to push him off into the ropes, but MVP takes a hand full of Sirus's hair and uses the leverage to pull himself back into the head lock. Sirus tries again but again MVP pulls himself back into the head lock by the hair.

McDaniel: MVP using the hair to keep the advantage over Sirus Moran.

Rentfro:: It's his own fault for not getting it cut. Damn hippies!

MVP wrenches down on the headlock and Sirus again eases the pressure by shooting a couple of elbows into MVP's back, but instead of pushing him off, he lifts him up and sends him crashing down with a back drop. MVP sells the pain and rolls over to his corner quickly to tag in The Man who smiles widely as he sizes up Sirus. The Man offers up his hand in a test of strength which Sirus accepts and begins to get the better of The Man when The Man goes for a cheap shot kick that Sirus manages to dodge. Sirus breaks out of the test of strength and wrenches it into a wrist lock on The Man. The Man winces as Sirus pulls him over to his corner and tags in Grifter. Sirus keeps the writs lock applied as Grifter goes up top and brings a double axe handle crashing down onto the helpless limb.

McDaniel: The Brothers Grimm are a well oiled machine when it comes to tag action. You'd have to eat a lot of Weet-a-bix and spinach with a drink of Red Bull to be able to get one over them in a tag team contest!

Rentfro:: Meh, they're okay.

The Man shakes off his arm as Grifter pummels him into the corner where he unloads with lefts, rights and kicks. Once he is sufficiently weakened, Grifter marches to the other corner and comes charging at The Man in a splash attempt, but The Man moves at the last second, making Grifter eat turnbuckle padding.

Rentfro:: George "The Animal" Steele would of been proud at how well Grifter eats a turnbuckle!

Grifter staggers out of the corner and The Man catches him around the head to nail him with a bulldog. Grifters head bounces and he rolls onto his back as The Man charges and jumps onto the middle rope, moonsaulting himself back off it to land on Grifter, making the cover afterwards.

1!...

2!...

Kickout!

Rentfro:: Damn it, they're not trying hard enough!

The Man puts the stomps to Grifter before tagging MVP back in. They start to double team Grifter as the ref begins a count for The Man to leave the ring. They both whip Grifter into the ropes and send him crashing down to the mat with a double back body drop. The Man then goes to his corner as instructed as MVP keeps up the assault on Grifter. He tosses Grifter into his teams corner and beats him down into a sitting position where he puts his boot across his throat. The ref counts... 1... 2... 3... 4.... The ref pulls MVP off and he distracts the ref while The Man chokes Grifter some more behind the ref's back.

McDaniel: Grifter will want to make a tag soon, because Ego Trip are starting to take control of this match.

Rentfro:: Ego Trip are using every under handed trick in the book, I love it!

The ref turns around but The Man cuts off the choke at just the right time. MVP picks Grifter up and lifts him in a sustained vertical position before bringing him back down with a hard vertical suplex. He makes the cover.

1!...

2!...

Kickout!

MVP picks Grifter up and whips him back into his team's corner before tagging The Man back in.

McDaniel: And here comes The Man back in.

Rentfro:: Ego Trip are rotating the punishment.

MVP stays in the ring for another spot of double teaming as Sirus watches on helplessly from the apron. MVP whips Grifter into the ropes and hoists him into the air as The Man grabs him by the head and drives him down into the mat with a 3D. MVP is ejected from the ring as The Man makes the cover.

1!...

2!...

Kickout!

The Man picks Grifter up but he begins to fight back by firing punches into the gut that back The Man up. Grifter then goes to the ropes and comes off to nail The Man with a clothesline from Hell. He then collapses in a heap and starts to crawl towards his corner as the fans cheer him on.

McDaniel: Grifter needs this tag badly!

Rentfro:: You ain't kidding!

Grifter is almost to his corner and to Sirus's outstretched hand when MVP suddenly comes rushing in and knocks Sirus off the apron. While the ref is busy ejecting MVP from the ring, The Man low blows Grifter from behind and applies the walls of Jericho!

McDaniel: The end is in sight, I can't see Grifter turning this around now!

The Man wrenches the hold as the ref goes through the redundancy of asking a mute whether he quits. Grifter grits his teeth and fights to his hands, pulling himself towards the ropes and grabbing hold of them. The ref begins a count as The Man refuses to break the hold... 1... 2... 3... 4.... The Man breaks the hold and goes to pick Grifter up but Grifter suddenly springs to life and nails The Man with a stunner the sends him flying backwards. Grifter then staggers back to his corner and tags in Sirus who comes charging in. BOOM! The Man goes down! MVP rushes in, BOOM! MVP goes down. Sirus picks up MVP and tosses him to the outside.

McDaniel: Sirus is on fire!

Rentfro:: Then put some water on him.

Sirus delivers a powerful straight punch to the sternum of The Man, The Wrong Hand of Doom! Sirus makes the cover.

1!...

2!...

3!

McDaniel: And the Grimms win yet again! 

Rentfro: Typical!

Back live yet again.

McDaniel: The reason Chamelion wanted to show that match, is we recieved word earlier today that the Moran Clan had to bow out of the PWA due to personal reasons.  This is a sad day for us all, as the Moran Clan is one of the major foundations of the PWA, and they will be sorely missed.

Rentfro: All joking aside, I agree.  I am going to miss their antics.  Anyway, another match is waiting to get under way, and now we get to see the continuing war between the Engel Family against the M.o.A. This one could easily get out of control.

McDaniel: Especially with the Monster, Deacon Frost, being the M.o.A. representative. We have still to hear what happened to Helix in his battle against Frost.

Rentfro: It may be better if we don't, Jon, and be spared the gruesome details.

The two nod as we are sent to a new scene, shot in the style of Cloverfield. The scene cut out to an outside view of a top floor view from one of the nicer hotels in Dublin, Ireland.

Alex: “Hi mom, this video is for you, Me and Chantel are in Dublin right now, and this is the view from our hotel…”

The camera turns over to see the vast closed together city.

Alex: “Its now… 6 am on the day of Night two of RPM… and Chantel is still asleep, I’m gonna wake here up with some breakfast in bed…”

The camera turns over to Chantel whom is Sprawled out in the bed, the scene then cuts to backstage of Croke park at Night three of “Revolutions Per Minute”

Alex: “McNasty you ready? Sorry to pull you away, I couldn’t find a camera guy at the last minute…”

Mark: “No Problem man.”

Alex: “Wait… did you put in the tape I gave you?”

Mark: “What tape?”

Alex: “are you recording this?”

Mark: “Yeah… why?”

Alex sighs and then Mark turns the camera to him.

Alex: “What’s up, just figured I’d want to get my word in before the elimination Chamber tonight… if you are watching this, it means you are atleast Semi-Interested in who I am and what I do… and tonight, who I am will be the king of the elimination Chamber… and what I do… will be cracking skulls… main the skulls of those who wish to treat me like a second class citizen…”

He smirked and popped a smoke into his mouth.

Alex: “Tonight, I, Grade A Alex Wilkie, will be outlasting every single man in that cage… and I Alex Wilkie, will be walking out of Croke Park, out of Dublin and out of Ireland with the title on my shoulder… Am I nervous?… you better believe it… Am I going to let it get to me? Heh, hopefully not, the human ego can only take so much…”

He took a long drag from his smoke then exhaled into the camera.

Alex: “Tonight, I take my place on the throne with the title… Tonight, I become the PWA world Champion… Come Hell, High Water or Raizzor…”

The scene cut back to Alex and Chantel who are sitting in on a boat, Chantel leaning on him, the sun set shining on both of their faces.

Alex: “How would you rate this day?”

Chantel: “I’d say its one of the better days…”

The scene cuts back to the next match.

SINGLES MATCH
Enika Engel vs. Deacon Frost

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 carefully pushing to her feet.

### And it's hard to try ###
### When they're open wide! ###

Eric Emerson: And her opponent tonight, hailing from The Bowery...

The fans quiet down in the arena as the lights go purple. Smoke slowly rises from the entrance. A rain like mist floats through the arena as the opening guitar riff of Saliva’s “I Walk Alone” blares through the speakers.

“I walk alone
I walk for miles inside this of pit of danger
A place where no one follows me
I walk alone”

“Yeah
I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads
I've never understood a damn thing that they said
From words to actions
Never knowing what they're about
I guess I'll have to chew them up and spit them out
And I'll say yeah”

Pyros explodes and out walks Deacon Frost. He is wearing a black leather duster. He has on black baggy jeans and black boots. Frost’s fist and forearms are covered in white tape. Frost stands in the middle of the pyros going off around him. He slowly makes his way down to the ring. Frost steps up onto the ring apron and over the top rope.

Eric Emerson: He weighs three hundred and fifty pounds and stands seven feet tall...

“I walked for miles inside this pit of danger
I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger
The weight of the world has fallen on me
I walk alone”

Eric Emerson: He is... DEACON FROST!!!

The fans go wild as the big man paces around the ring. Frost settles into the corner with Vicious and waits for the match to get started as the music dies down.

The referee signals for the bell to begin the match, and the two wrestlers step into the center of the ring. Deacon Frost smirks at Enika Engel with malicious intent then attempts to lock up with her. Enika evades the grapple attempt, however, slipping behind The Monster to drive a snap front kick into the back of his left knee, sending him down to one knee. The Firefly follows up with The Fake Sound of Progress, driving a roaring elbow into the back of Deacon's head. Frost tumbles forward but begins pushing himself back to his feet.

Rentfro: Nice couple shots by Enika, but they seem to barely phase the big man.

McDaniel: Deacon Frost's resistance to pain is legendary. He loves causing it, and some say he loves receiving it as well.

Rentfro: Creepy.

Enika Engel runs into the ropes, springboarding off with a spinning axe kick to the rising Monster. Deacon seems to merely shrug off the kick, however, as he grabs Enika by the throat. The Firefly's eyes widen... then narrow as she begins lashing out with bicycle kicks at Frost. The barrage of kicks forces her opponent to release her, stumbling back from the furious flurry. Deacon Frost charges Engel with a huge western lariat that sends her flipping through the air to tumble out of the ring. Frost laughs and steps over the top rope, following her to the floor.

Rentfro: Damn! Frost almost decapitated Enika Engel there!

McDaniel: She has to be hurt right now... and she's trying to escape Deacon by crawling under the ring.

Rentfro: Wait! No! She wasn't escaping! She was going for a weapon!

McDaniel: The Firefly sends a stiff shot to Deacon's head with a sign, the apron blocking the official's view of what happened!

As the Monster stumbles back from the ring, Enika hops onto the ring apron. She runs along its length then flies off to nail the Ante Up! Deacon Frost drops to the floor from the toe-kick. Enika rolls back into the ring to break the referee's count then slides back out of the ring, going to force Frost to his feet. As she does so, however, she is caught by the throat and driven into the cold unforgiving floor by Deacon Frost. Deacon pulls Engel to her feet and traps her in a bear hug, looking to squeeze the life out of her as he shakes her like a rag doll. Frost charges the ring, driving his opponent's spine into the ring post, before tossing her through the ropes back into the ring. Deacon Frost follows her in, going for the pin, but the referee instructs him that Enika Engel's foot is on the ropes.

Rentfro: How is Enika surviving the Monster's ferocious onslaught?

McDaniel: It's the Engel family hallmark, their tenacity and endurance, their ability to take damage and just keep coming back for more.

Deacon Frost snarls and yanks Enika back to her feet, whipping her into the ropes. Frost goes for a big boot, but Enika Engel performs a basement dropkick to her adversary's supporting leg, taking him down to the canvas. As her opponent climbs back to his feet, The Firefly charges in to nail Deacon Frost with a shining wizard. Deacon immediately forces himself back to his feet once again, only to get caught by a side thrust kick to the chin that sends him into the corner. Enika Engel runs in after him to deliver her patented rolling elbow, sending him crashing to the canvas.

McDaniel: Enika's on the top turnbuckle. Looks like she's going to take to the air like her brother.

Rentfro: And she comes crashing down onto Deacon Frost with a HUGE flying elbow drop! She goes for the pin...

One...

Two...

NO! Deacon Frost kicks out with authority!

Undeterred, Enika begins unleashing Kawada kicks to the Monster as he rises. A quick stiff throat thrust stops Engel's attack as she's left clutching her throat. Deacon Frost lifts his opponent high overhead in a gorilla press before sending her crashing to the canvas with a Samoan drop. Frost drags The Firefly to the ropes, draping her across the apron so that her head hangs off it. Deacon Frost gets a running start then nails a guillotine leg drop down across his adversary's throat. Enika shouts in pain as she holds her neck, rolling back inside the ring. Deacon Frost pursues his prey, capturing her in a dragon sleeper. Engel struggles against the hold, reaching for the ropes. Deacon refuses to release the hold, ignoring the referee. As the official's count reaches four he executes a dragon sleeper suplex then stands back to observe his handiwork with a satisfied smirk.

Deacon Frost pulls Enika to her feet and flings her into the corner, charging in to deliver a wicked clothesline. The Monster swings his dazed opponent into the ropes then plants her into the canvas with the Frost Bite. He covers for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match... DEACON FROOOST!!!

Rentfro: And so the Monster adds one more name to his list.

McDaniel: The M.o.A. must be very proud right now, but make no mistake, Enika Engel will get her revenge.

Rentfro: So now, lets go back again to Genesis Five, and give you what you've all been waiting for, a match starring THUNDERWOLF!

McDaniel: How much he pay you to say that?

Rentfro: $5!!

McDaniel: You're SO Cheap!

The silence is broken, a melding of the house lights into a beautiful aqua blue begins to transpire. The fans who know what's coming begin launching out fanfare, and while it's meshed inbetween a few lingering boo's, but mostly cheers for the current entrant, it comes across loud and clear in what could be described as at least somewhat of a massive roar, especially from those faithfuls.... a voice rings out through the PA-system...

"Perhaps you had better start from the beginning."

The intro to 30 Seconds to Mars "Attack" plays, but just for a second, as it's replaced by a short clip of "After The Flesh" by My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult, notably the theme of the group that nearly killed the PWA, The Masters of Armageddon...

"Perhaps you had better start from the beginning."

The realization has set in. Those cheers just keep coming...

Hide Your Face, Forever..."

"Open Your Eyes" by the Guano Apes, the old Exit Music theme... brought on by static, overrides "After the Flesh".

"OPEN YOUR EYES, OPEN YOUR MIND!!!"

But is soon replaced by a familiar voice, that of Styx...

"I Am The Way of The Future..."

"After the Flesh" and "Open Your Eyes" alternate back and forth... 19 seconds into the song, the intro to "In the Air Tonight" - The Nonpoint cover, kicks into play, the sprinkler system in the scaffolds comes to life, as the sound of rain pouring down picks up with the Phil Collins replication...

"There's a lot of innocent people being crucified..."

The opening lyrics finally hit...

"I Can Feel It... Comin' in the Air Tonight... Oh Lord..."

"Now or Never".  Dope.  It's all coming together now as the fans spring to their feet... a few seconds later, dark aqua green pyro's begin shooting out, all across the stage, and into the heavens....

Eric Emerson: INTRODUCING TO YOU!!!  All the way from Tucker's Town, Bermuda!

The song creeps along, and reaches the one minute mark... where the lyrics begin to kick in...

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

 

An AOWF, and PWA legend in his own right - Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser steps out from behind the curtain. The beat of his entrance music, which he hasn't heard in ages... has him pumped up. Instead of his usual antics though, he slowly walks to the ring, just like last week. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of white-framed, black-lensed Predator Ray-Bans, and his face is expressionless. He's shirtless, and in a pair of baggy, slate gray and black camo cargo shorts that come down below his knees . A black and white striped skull cap on his head, white Nike sneakers on his feet. And a Hurt Styk in his right hand. He's not stupid.

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

His walk from the curtain to the top of the ramp is reserved, even through the embers that pour down upon him from the scaffold.  It's notable that there's a knee-brace on his left leg, a constant reminder of one of his most glorious nights in this sport.  His head is slightly bowed as he hops around from foot to foot, trying to get back into the groove of just how this is done - even from a reffing stand point. He scans the arena, rather quickly - checking to make sure who's around. He nods his head towards someone in the crowd and finally begins his descent to the ring...

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

Rentfro: There were definitely some heated words between X and Wolf. This should serve to be an interesting match.

McDaniel: Righty-o, Brian.

Rentfro: Righty-o?

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

Another set of cannons go off as Thunderwolf reaches the bottom of the ramp - still being showered from the pipe-system water.  As he looks to his left, seeing one sign in particular in the crowd with his name on it, his nearly expressionless face almost manages to crack a smile, almost. 

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

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 194 pounds, and standing at five foot eleven... he is a multi-time PWA Intercontinental Champion...

He climbs up the ring apron, and leap-frogs over the top rope, and proceeds to do a round-house kick for old times sake...

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

Eric Emerson: He is... Dustin... THUNDERWOLF... KELSSSSSSSSSERRRR!!!!

Thunderwolf stands center stage, with his arms crossed in an X - which he swings outwards and down, swinging his head back and emitting a turquoise mist from his mouth, and into the sky...

Rentfro: No. Seriously. Righty-o? 

McDaniel: Who the hell uses mist anymore?

Rentfro: The same people who say "Righty-O".

The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of red strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Hysteria" by Muse hits the PA system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the outline of Project X can be made as he jogs on the spot, preparing himself for the task ahead.

Back live yet again, and the cameras cut back to a locker room with the name CIRCA plastered on it. Toshi Yang smiles to the camera as the door opens and Circa walks out, stretching her neck.

Toshi: I am here with the self-proclaimed Punjabi Princess, Circa. Circa, how are you doing with your injury?

Circa: Injury? Oh yes, the minor back pain I've just cured with simple Tylenol. It was a minor injury, albeit my first one... However, another first will come to me tonight, when I take out Kyle for the Television Championship... You can talk all you want and you go on and on... But the fact remains... TV does need more Circa and more Circa it shall get!

Circa stares into the camera and smirks before nodding to Toshi and walking away.

Toshi: That was-

Before she can finish, Circa sneaks in and slaps her ass, before running away quickly, leaving Toshi shocked. We then return to ringside as the next match is getting underway.

#1 Contendership for the PWA Television Title
The Grim Reaper vs. Hank Serbia

DING DING DING!!

Eric Emerson: “The following matchup is scheduled for one fall…And is for the 1# contendership of the TV Title!”

Eric Emerson: "Weighing in at 210 pounds, standing at six feet and 5 inches, from anywhere and everywhere, controlled by his manager Necro Mancer, The Grim Reaper."

The music begins playing, barely heard at first, then the chanting becomes louder and louder. The smoky fog flows in from everywhere, the backstage, under the ring, the ceiling, and with the lights barely lit, the smoky fog is impenetrable. The figure of a man stands at the top of the entrance ramp as bolts of lightning strike around the arena. The figure slowly walks down the ramp, behind the boney form of his manager, who is carrying a human skull. The Grim Reaper is hooded in the darkest black robe, his face is hidden by the hood and he is carrying a long handled sickle. The walk is slow and purposeful and seems to take forever; however upon reaching the ring, he climbs into the ring and stands in the center of the ring. Necro Mancer raises his hands and brings them down slowly; simultaneously, the lights brighten and the music stops. With deliberate slowness, Necro Mancer removes Reaper's robe and places it on the ring apron afterwards, he places the sickle on top of the clothing. Grim Reaper then turns to face the entrance ramp, thus, his opponent. Necro Mancer slides out of the ring and turns to face the Grim Reaper, ready to control him through the match.

"B.O.B." by Outkast hits the PA system as Hank Serbia walks down the ramp with a kendo stick in hand as he points the kendo around at the fans he then lifts it up shouting as ramp fireworks shoot up loudly blasting the arena silent.

Eric Emerson: On his way down to the ring area: from Rochester, New York he is 6'7 and 243 pounds, the Definition of Hardcore, Hank Serrrbia!

Serbia slaps hands of the fans and then points his kendo at the ring and rolls in to play the crowd as he eyes down Grim Reaper.

Grim and Hank circle each other in the ring and lock up right in the center.

McDaniel: Here we go Right down to the action!

Rentfro: We might as well get this under way so we can watch some of the MUCH better matches heh heh!!

Hank goes for a quick snap mare suplex, but Grim hops back up and pushes Hank into the ropes, Hank spins around and comes back for a rough clothesline, but Reaper ducks under it and as soon as Hank comes back from the other ropes, Grim lifts him up high for a hard back body drop!

McDaniel: And some quick fancy moves from the Grim Reaper, you can see his “Master” Necromancer commanding him from the ring side!

Rentfro: It’s kind of freaky, these types always creep me out.

Hank gets up slowly and grim comes back quickly from behind into a tight head lock, but Hank slips out of it and rolls under the bottom rope, he rubs his back a bit and walks around the ring, he stops as he sees the Necromancer march around the corner, he rolls under the bottom rope again, and gets to his feet. Him and Grim Reaper size up again- Hank a little taller and a little bigger than Reaper in both size and weight… Grim backs up a bit and socks Hank with a hard right, Hank comes back with a left and the two of them begin to brawl it out, both of them box each other for a bit, before Hank tosses Grim into the ropes, Hank runs after him and as soon as Grim hits the other side of the ring, Hank clotheslines him over the top rope!

McDaniel: Its back and forth here, both of these men may be different in size and stature but, are both equal in talent.

Rentfro: Yeah! They got none!

McDaniel: Hey now, that’s not fair.

Necromancer slaps Grim a bit and pushes him back into the ring, telling him to get back up, Hank picks Grim up by his hood, but Grim goes for a hard European Uppercut and knocks Hank right on his ass!

Rentfro: And Grim plays possum and pulls a wooly over Hanks eyes!

McDaniel: A wooly?

Necromancer shouts out orders as Grim gets up and picks Hank up, only to flip him over on his stomach with a hard Atomic drop. Grim then picks him up again and tosses him into the ropes, Hank bounces off and comes back right into Grim’s Big Boot! For a moment Hank lies there and Grim leaps into the air with a hard Leg Drop!!

Rentfro: “Grim is just decimating Hank Serbia here!”

McDaniel: “Why isn’t the ref stepping in to break this up!”

Necromancer shouts to Grim “Break his neck!” Grim nods and lifts Hank up high into the air by his throat, and Necromancer makes a sort of Neck snapping motion with his hands, Grim then drops him down hard with a “Soul squeezer” (Choke Slam). Necromancer does a bit of a Golf clap for Grim as he goes down for the pin.


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Ding Ding Ding!

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, and the #1 contender for the Television title belt, Grim Reeeeeeaper!!!”

McDaniel: “What a squash match!”

Rentfro: “the better man won, Size and weight don’t count for everything!”

McDaniel: True!  Now, everyone, let's take you back again to Genesis Five, where a classic match up took place between The Phoenix and the legendary Showtime!!

DING DING!

Wynes: This next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, he is a former PWA World Champion. He is... THE PHOENIX!

"Rain" by The Cult begins to play as the Phoenix steps out onto the ramp way, taking a swig of that sweet choclately juice before crushing the can and hurling it into the crowd.

Rentfro: Ah yes, The Phoenix. There in all his glory.

McDaniel: Something like that, yes.

With one can down and another already on the go, The Phoenix makes his way down the ramp, heckled by the fans but never showing them anything at all - all that is except from a bright blue pastel bunny rabbit in the front row who shakes his fist right in the Phoenix's face, and ends up with half a can thrown in their face for his trouble.

McDaniel: What heinous disrespect!

Rentfro: I know, that fan got what he deserved. It's just a pity he had to waste a whole can in the process.

Screaming something in audible at his blue and chocolaty adversary, The Phoenix rises up the steps and then swings in beneath the top rope. Turning on his toes then, The Phoenix rises up the ropes and throws his arms in the air, earning nothing but jeers for his trouble. The music begins to fade then as our announcer steps back to centre stage.

Wynes: And his opponent -

Wynes barely gets the words out before The Phoenix snatches the microphone from his hand and pushes him to the floor.

The Phoenix: Ahem. Before we get any further, I have to announce that Showtime wont be here tonight as he has a prior engagement.

With his free hand he makes a drinking motion.

The Phoenix: But don't worry people, because I've gone one better!

He lifts a hand toward the stage.

The Phoenix: I give you, Showtime, Marcus Ambrose.

And as the lights begin to die the screen lights up, the gentle strokes of "You Know Your Right" taking hold of the speakers as the screen cuts in two, the video in one half, a Showtime highlight reel in the other.

Rentfro: This'll be good.

McDaniel: Yeah, I bet.

The song continues to build then, and just as the speakers burst something staggers onto the stage, electing a cheer from the crowd before the realisation sets in.

Rentfro: It's... it's...

McDaniel: It's a hobo. How very enjoyable.

His hands balled into fists and struck straight in the air, a filthy bearded and bedraggled figure fills the stage - his character only clear from a black "Showtime" T-Shirt above an old ragged pair of jeans, and every inch of the man crawling in filth.

Rentfro: Looks like Jamie Havoc is pulling double duty tonight.

McDaniel: Praise to God after tonight I never have to work with you again.

Rentfro: Amen to that.

Staggering down the ramp then, the man saves himself from a fall several times before he finally makes it to the ring where he gives it his all to pull himself up the ropes before sliding in over the bottom strand. Jumping to his feet then, our hobo turns and shoots an arm into the air, screaming at the top of his lungs at his own approval.

McDaniel: This is sorry day for the PWA.

Rentfro: Really, he's actually getting some cheers.

It's not long then before the music fades and our two "competitors" take up their positions in the centre of the ring, The Phoenix taking his stance while our hobo merely does his best not to fall over. On the bell though he explodes, and off a drunken sprint he mows the Phoenix down before falling into the ropes opposite. Expectedly, The Phoenix is quick to his feet, but he doesn't seem in a hurry to do anything as he allows the hobo to floor him again, earning a rise out of the fans for what it's worth.

Rentfro: Straight out of the gates and Showtime is on fire!

McDaniel: Why are you even bothering?

Rentfro: I really need this job.

Once more then The Phoenix rises and this time gets caught by the hobo who wraps his hands around his head and then pulls him between his legs. The man then grabs him around the waist, and braces himself.

Rentfro: The End Product! It's over!

Still the fans cheer as the hobo hunkers down, but try as he might he can't so much as get The Phoenix to raise a leg, and only succeeds in pulling out his back as he gives in, pushing The Phoenix back down to the mat in the process.

Rentfro: No, The Phoenix blocks, but it looks like Showtime has other ideas.

This time The Phoenix remains prone on his back as the hobo falls into the ropes. Struck with an idea though he grasp the top-rope in both hands, screams and then prepares to jump.

Rentfro: The Walk of Fame. One of the most elegant moves in the business.

With a spring in his step the man throws himself into the air with all the grace of a one footed penguin and manages to get all of one foot onto the second rope as he hangs stomach first across the top. On que then The Phoenix acts, leaping back onto his feet and latching onto the hobo from behind. In one fluid motion then he snaps back, dragging the man overhead in a beautiful arc before bringing him down sharply on the back of his neck with a German Suplex.

Rentfro: And The Phoenix counters out of nowhere! What a move.

McDaniel: This is quickly turning sour.

Landing at a ghastly angle, the man flops dead onto his front, leaving The Phoenix in control as he darts to his feet and throws out his arms to soak in whatever the fans can throw at him. A thin smile sits sly below his mask as he kicks the man over onto his front before turning his attention to the ropes.

Rentfro: Looks like The Phoenix is going to fly.

McDaniel: You think he told this guy how it was going to go when he dragged him into this.

Rentfro: Hey, Showtime knew what he was in for when he signed up.

With a quick hop he makes the it to the top-rope and then with just a moment to sight up his shot he leaps high into the air before crashing down hard on the man with a picture perfect Elbow Drop.

Rentfro: The Ashes! And that's going to do it for tonight.

McDaniel: Dear God I hope so.

The hobo lays flat, splattered across the man as The Phoenix kneels over him for the cover.

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McDaniel: And this match is mercifully over.

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Rentfro: Oh no it's not!

At the last moment The Phoenix pulls up a shoulder and earns the mass hatred of every single person in attendance as he rises to his feet and makes for the ropes once again.

McDaniel: Oh this is pathetic.

Rentfro: No Jon, this is history.

From the ring apron now The Phoenix grasps the ropes in hand, razes a foot to the second turnbuckle, and then stops to survey the fans in quiet content. Suddenly though something in the crowd changes, and quickly the commotion spreads before the camera notices a familiar blue rabbit scrambling over the guardrail and hopping onto the apron. The Phoenix notices, but all too late as The Rabbit charges him down and knocks him from his perch. Luckily for The Phoenix he manages to catch a rope on the way down, yet still he thuds hard against the ring apron before slumping to the outside.

Rentfro: Well what the hell?

McDaniel: I... I don't know what to tell you.

Security makes their presence known as a few of them round the ring where our blue bunny now stands. Meanwhile on the outside The Phoenix is back on his feet, and nothing short of livid as he spits a few words in the rabbits direction before making a charge on the ring.

McDaniel: Looks like The Phoenix wants to resolve this himself. And this folks is exactly why fans shoulder never get involved in the action.

The Phoenix dives up onto the apron and right the rabbit, grasping it's head in both hands and tugging back as it does it's best to pull away. And then suddenly the head pops off, and the ovation lifts.

McDaniel: It's Showtime! He's here!

Rentfro: But, if he's Showtime, then whose the guy in the ring?

The Phoenix stunned, almost as much so as when Marcus socks him in the face with a fist, sending The Phoenix flying from the ring and rolling out on the floor as Showtime steps through the ropes to follow. Turning away then Marcus gives him time to rise as he takes position, shooting only the quickest of glances over his shoulder before he springs up onto the very top-rope and then shoots himself overhead in a high arching Moonsault that takes The Phoenix right off his feet and leaving the two laying in a heap on the ramp way.

McDaniel: The Walk of Fame! Showtime is here and the crowd are going insane!

The cheers deafen the arena as Marcus Ambrose finds his feet first, shedding the rest of his costume first before he drags The Phoenix back to his feet and then throws him head over heels into the audience. The Phoenix lands hard on his back but doesn't stay there for long as he back peddles along the floor with Showtime in pursuit, tossing chairs aside before he finally catches him trying to turn, only to catch a boot in the gut as The Phoenix lashes out. With Showtime doubled over then, The Phoenix gets his feet and then quickly dives in on the attack, only to be turned as Showtime cleans out a row of chairs and scatters the fans as Phoenix crumbles into a heap.

McDaniel: The fight is on and it's all Showtime from here.

Rentfro: Well what do you expect, he jumped him. This isn't even an actual match.

The Phoenix drags himself from a mess of chairs, and in his daze he almost misses the one swung at his head, cutting nothing but air as he flattens out. The swing takes Showtime off his balance, and this time The Phoenix hits his mark as he gets his feet under him and drives Showtime back into the barrier, knocking the wind out of him. The Phoenix then presses home his advantage, looming over Showtime as he digs his hands into his face, arching Showtime against the rail as he does.

McDaniel: The Phoenix is ruthless in his assault.

Rentfro: He's really out to win this.

Finally Showtime manages to free himself, sticking a knee in The Phoenix's gut  to shake his grip before staggering away, swatting at nothing as he struggles to see beneath his swelling eyes. Again though The Phoenix is on him, flooring him with an Axe Handle shot in the back. Still though he doesn't get a break, and with a handful of hair The Phoenix pulls him up and then sends him back over the rail towards the ring.

McDaniel: Finally they're heading back to the ring.

Rentfro: I don't think so.

Held in one arm, The Phoenix sends Showtime skidding across the floor before crushing him against the Spanish announce desk. Showtime slumps to the floor then, but again The Phoenix pounces, pulling him back up and then smashing him face first against the wood. The Phoenix then leaves him slumped over the desk as he procures a chair, and the announcers scatter.

The Phoenix: I knew that was his website. That furry loving bastard!

With the bitterest of intentions then, The Phoenix brings the chair down, splintering it against Showtime's back who arches up in pain. The Phoenix then turns away, jawing with a few fans before he turns back on the offensive. This time though as he throws up the chair, Showtime fights back, kicking up a leg and nailing a Superkick that sends it back, cracking against The Phoenix's face, flooring him as Marcus in turn sinks back onto the desk.

McDaniel: A Superkick out of nowhere from Showtime and once more this is anyone's fight.

Through stinging eyes Showtime finds his prey, and with one hand he catches him around the head and pulls him up to his feet before slamming him down on the table. Quickly then Showtime throws himself up on the wood and brings The Phoenix with him, pulling him doubled over as he steps in over him.

McDaniel: He's going for it. The End Product, right here on the table.

Rentfro: I don't think The Phoenix is walking away from this.

With a grunt Marcus bares down and hauls The Phoenix off his feet, kicking all the way. However he can't get him all the way, and as e tries to pull The Phoenix latches onto the table and refuses to let go, kicking wildly at Showtime who eventually drops him back to his knees. The Phoenix rises up then, taking Showtime over the top of him before dumping him down behind, snapping his back against the edge of the table with a Back Bodydrop before he himself slumps forward.

Rentfro: The Phoenix saves himself there.

McDaniel: Yeah but at this rate one of these guys is going to end up crippled.

Rentfro: Whose your money on then, the drunk or the retard?

Rolling off the table then The Phoenix finds his feet and turns on Showtime again, pulling him along the table into position before dropping an elbow across his face for good measure. He then turns back to the ring, throwing himself up onto the apron and then pulling himself up the buckles.

Rentfro: The Phoenix is climbing the ropes, looking to nail him with The Ashes yet again.

McDaniel: ... he hasn't hit him with it once.

Rentfro: Really? Then what was all that stuff about at the start of the match?

McDaniel: You drink far to much.

A slow assent to the top, but finally The Phoenix rises. Steadying himself on the top rope, then he takes a breath, leaps...

Rentfro: The Ashes! He soars!

Spanish Announcer: Santa Maria!

And comes crashing through the wood, crushing Showtime and the table as it explodes beneath them, leaving the two shattered amongst the broken wood. A silence fills the arena then, before slowly rising into a chorus.

Rentfro: Oh my god!

McDaniel: The Phoenix takes a risk and dear lord what a fall.

It's a while both either man as much as moves. The fans whipped into a frenzy and hungry for more rise again as The Phoenix stirs first, crawling from the wreckage and leaving Showtime broken in his wake. He doesn't move, and it takes everything The Phoenix can muster to scrap him from the wreckage and wearily drag him along the floor to the ring. At the apron then he takes him under the arms and pulls him up to his knees and then again as he gets him to his feet just long enough to roll him under the bottom rope. With both of them finally in the ring, a bell sounds to officially sanction the match.

McDaniel: Folks, looks like we're about to see the shortest match in PWA history.

With the sound still echoing, The Phoenix makes the cover.

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Rentfro: No!

In the last possible moment Showtime throws up an arm, and as The Phoenix rolls off him he lies there utterly stunned, no idea what to do next. Still though the fans cheer as he pulls himself to a knee with the aid of the ropes.

McDaniel: Looks like we're going to be running on fumes now.

It takes a moment for him to find his feet again before he sets on the attack, turning Showtime over and dropping down over him as he tries to lift, but he can only get him as far as knee before his own give out and he falls back into the ropes for a breath. Sweat drips from every pour as he comes back then, clubbing Showtime across the back again and again with wild stinging strikes before he locks arms around his waist again and pulls, finally getting Showtime to his feet, but still he can't pull him up for The Flame, and as he falls away again Showtime comes back, swinging wide and nailing him with a right hand in the gut that doubles him over. Showtime drops again then, giving The Phoenix just enough time to fight back as he lifts a knee through Showtime's face, spit and blood turning through the air as Marcus falls forward into his clutches, and gets driven straight down as The Phoenix plants him with a DDT. Once more then Showtime goes limp, and The Phoenix turns to the ropes.

Rentfro: Again?

McDaniel: Well he can't get him up, what else is he going to do?

Slowly then he climbs the ropes from the outside, too slow in fact as Showtime comes back, staggering forward into the ropes and clearing his feet out from beneath as The Phoenix falls seated on the top buckle. Marcus then joins him on the ropes, hitting a few quick punches before he locks in a Front Facelock, but the Phoenix fights back, sticking a few punches in his ribs before he pushes him off and Showtime falls to his back.

Rentfro: Showtime is down and now The Phoenix has him lined up.

His opponent down The Phoenix pushes himself up, but out of nowhere Showtime finds his feet and charges the man down in a burst of speed. Instantly then he rises the ropes and catches The Phoenix unaware as he jumps, secures his legs around his head and throws back, sending The Phoenix across the ring with a top-rope Hurricanrana.

Rentfro: A Super Frankensteiner out of Showtime! Where did he find the energy.

McDaniel: The Adrenaline is pumping and it looks like he's got his second wind.

The Phoenix hits hard and skids across the mat while Showtime falls to his knees. Not a moment of recovery though from the man as he clumsily pulls himself to his feet and falls into the ropes by The Phoenix, lining up his shot before he springs to the top-rope and soars backwards through a crushing Moonsault.

McDaniel: A picture perfect Walk of Fame, and how is he standing let alone anything else.

Showtime lands full bodied across The Phoenix, popping up from the force of the landing before he sinks in for the cover, and the referee skids in for the count.

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Rentfro: He's up! He's still in it!

The Phoenix rolls a shoulder, lifting the cheer back through the fans before he slumps over on his front to keep Showtime off him. Showtime however doesn't wait, getting all he can out of his burst of speed as he claws to his feet, dragging The Phoenix with him and onto his feet as he looks once more for the End Product. What little of The Phoenix is left however sees it coming and tries to sink to a knee, only for Showtime to drive a few elbows into his back before he pulls up again, this time he gets him up, giving it his all to get the man onto his shoulders, as he falls back through The Phoenix puts all his weight through it and sends him over with a Hurricanrana of his own. Both men break away and find their feet instantly, but The Phoenix strikes first, smashing Showtime in the face with a Clothesline that brings them both to the mat.

Once again then The Phoenix takes control, scooping up his battered opponent - blood now splattered across his face - and hooks him in a Front Facelock. As he lifts him for a suplex though, Showtime fights back, lashing out with his knee and cracking The Phoenix hard on the top of his head, causing The Phoenix to drop his man and put Showtime back on he's knees where he leans into a right hand that brings The Phoenix down to his level. Once more then he rises, and pulls The Phoenix in for the End Product once more. And once more in turn The Phoenix tries to escape, falling back into the ropes to prevent it. The referee steps in to get Showtime off him, but he's got no intentions of letting go and grabs a handful of The Phoenix's mask as he lets loose with kicks, belting him in the skull over and over again before he pulls him from the ropes and down into a knee strike that crushes his nose into his face, and then another that splits wider the gash and drops The Phoenix dead onto his knees.

Relentless in his assault Showtime drags him in and then scoops him up. Letting the dead weight hang from his shoulders for just a moment he rises up on his toes and then sinks down, dropping to his knees and crushing The Phoenix into the mat, crumpling him into a heap as Marcus himself falls back away from him.

The fans growl in appreciation, baying for more as Showtime struggles with consciousness. Wiping the blood from his swelling eyes then he struggles over onto his front, crawls to his opponent and then falls down over him onto the cover.

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Rentfro: No!

McDaniel: He gave him too long, but what either man has left I just don't know.

Throwing up an arm is as much as he can manage, leaving both men flat on their backs, heavy breaths rising in their chests and blood seeping liberally across the mat. It's Showtime then who moves first, reacting as the referee reaches a five count and pulls himself into the ropes, just breaking the count himself at nine before the Phoenix slowly follows him. Giving him time to rise then the two meet again, and Showtime bowls him back into the corner before he drives a shoulder into his gut. From here then he lifts, forcing The Phoenix up onto the top-rope before blasts him across the cheek with an open hand slap.

Rentfro: Listen to that sound! Showtime just unleashed on The Phoenix!

Sadly for Showtime the hit only seemed to wake him up, and as Showtime rises he gets an elbow in the gut for his trouble. Taking the blow Marcus grabs onto the Phoenix's head to save himself from falling, almost pulling the two of them to the ground before he gets his balance and fights back with a few quick jabs from his free left hand. The Phoenix's head snaps back and his world starts to spin from a jaw rocking blow, but it doesn't take him out and only wills him on as he grabs Showtime in two hands and pulls him into a devastating, full on Headbutt. The force almost caves his head in, splashing his nose all across his face and leaving him dead on his feet as he falls back from the ropes - but not with The Phoenix still holding on, his fingers sunk deep into his head.

McDaniel: He could have cracked his skull on that blow!

Clearly out cold, Showtime's legs fall out from beneath him, but The Phoenix already has him in his grasp, letting him fall forward onto him as he locks around his waist and pulls him upside down off the ropes. All he has to do then is stand up, and Showtime droops right into position as The Phoenix chains his hands around his leg.

McDaniel: He's got the leg cradle on, and from the second rope.

Rentfro: The Flame! And if he hits that from here there's going to be nothing left of Showtime to pin.

He doesn't even think about it, barely awake himself, and simply leaps forward, kicking both legs into the air and leaving Showtime to take it all as he drives down, spiking him head first into the mat with a Cradle Piledriver to a dead silence. You could almost hear the pop, and Showtime falls, dead weight, right into the mat. It's all he has to do to drape an arm, and The Phoenix makes the cover

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Rentfro: He's got him!

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McDaniel: There's nothing left!

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Rentfro: He did it! He's won!

The third hand falls, and a roar breaks out across the arena. Once more then "Rain" kicks up over the speakers, but the sound is lost beneath the crowd, each and everyone screaming their praise for both men.

McDaniel: It took everything they could give, but finally we have a winner. He may not be a popular, but The Phoenix has won the crowd tonight. Both men have! What a show they've given us!

The referee lifts The Phoenix's hand, just hanging limp in his own.

Rentfro: What a match, and you couldn't ask for a better ending.

McDaniel: And it's not over yet folks, we've still got a lot to get through.

Rentfro: Yeah but after that you might as well just hit the freeway and beat the traffic, because there's nothing here going to top that.

McDaniel: Not a fan of our Main Event?

Rentfro: Can you blame me.

Our last shot of the ring, The Phoenix finally manages to pull himself seated in the ropes, his hand held, and we cut away.

We return live back to ringside with McDaniel and Rentfro.

McDaniel: That was, indeed one of the best matches at Genesis Five.

Rentfro: Give me $10 and I'll agree, but our next match should be a good one, as Scott Nash Strader, who earned himself a Grizzly Beer Title shot at the Rumble, will go against Kindred, who survived far longer then most expected to garner himself a TV title shot at High Stakes. 

McDaniel: A Strader against a member of the M.o.A., this WILL be good!

SINGLES MATCH
Scott Nash Strader vs. Kindred

Eric Emerson: The following match is to a single pinfall or submission! Introducing first...

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hits the p.a. system. The PWAtron lights up with a headshot of Scott Nash Strader looking down, with his blondish hair hanging in his face. He slowly lifts his head as the words to the song begin.

Eric Emerson: hailing from Houston, Texas...

##I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired.
Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words some- What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.##

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain he closes eyes and looks upwards.

Eric Emerson: He stands six foot ten inches and weighs two hundred and ninety five pounds...

##But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...##

Scott begins his descent down to the ring.

##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##
##5 minutes alone##

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps over the top rope and leans back in the corner waiting for the bell.

Eric Emerson: He is SCOTT NASH STRADER!!!

Eric Emerson: And introducing his opponent... he stands 6'4" and weighs in at 220 pounds... representing the Masters of Armageddon...

"Wasteland" by 10 years hits the PA and the fans are as confused as always when Kindred comes out of wherever it is he comes from.

Eric Emerson: KINDRED!!!

For some reason this week it looks like he's been hiding under the announcer's table this whole week (and they wondered who was playing with their feet.)

He rolls from under the announcer's table not looking at any one thing for more than an instant. Whoever he's talking to still hasn't answered.

He slides under the bottom rope and into the center of the ring when the lights dim and a spot light falls on him.

He holds himself in an Indian seat until he realizes there's light over him. He runs from it. But the lighting guy is a jerk and follows him with it. He finds the nearest group of shadows until the lights come on and he returns to his corner.

The bell rings to begin the match, and Scott Nash Strader charges in with a clothesline, knocking his opponent to the mat. Kindred kips up to his feet immediately to drive a crescent kick into Strader's sternum. Kindred grabs the left arm of his dazed adversary and applies an arm wringer before nailing him with a short-arm clothesline. Kindred does not release the arm, however, and pulls SNS right back to his feet, only to take him down with a side kick to the head.

Rentfro: Kindred is really taking the fight to Scott Nash Strader.

McDaniel: Kindred is a man well-acquainted with pain, enduring it and how to inflict it. He'll be using that expertise a lot in this fight.

Kindred pulls Strader to his feet, lifting him into the air for a brainbuster. SNS kicks his legs and powers his way back to his feet, though, and reverses into a Hangover Deluxe! Kindred rolls on the mat, holding his head from the impact. Scott follows up with a Cherry Whiskey Bomb and goes for the pin.

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Kindred gets his foot onto the bottom rope, and the referee forces SNS to release the pin. Scott Nash Strader cinches in a rear waistlock onto Kindred, executing a German suplex. Scott Nash Strader floats through for a second and delivers. Strader tries for a third, but Kindred slips free to hit a spinning reverse dropkick followed by a hook kick to his adversary's legs, completing a modified Gramlackin and sending his opponent to the canvas. Kindred plants SNS into the mat with a tiger suplex and holds on for the pin.

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Rentfro: Strader manages to pop his shoulder up just in time to avoid the three count!

McDaniel: It's going to take a lot more than that to take the big man out of this fight.

The two men roll to their feet and begin trading punches and chops. Slowly Kindred's ferocity builds as he forces SNS into the corner, driving open hand chop after open hand chop across his opponent's chest, leaving it red and welting. Scott Nash Strader suddenly unleashes a huge discus punch that levels his adversary. Strader puts Kindred on the top turnbuckle and climbs up after him, signaling for the Over Rye Drive. Kindred has other ideas, however, as he sends a staggering headbutt into Scott's forehead. He does this repeatedly until SNS crashes to the canvas dazed. Kindred flies off the turnbuckle with an acid drop, bouncing his opponent's head off the mat.

Rentfro: And Strader thought a hangover could give him a headache....

McDaniel: I don't think he's going to mind that so much since Kindred just nailed the Shadow Driver!

Kindred drags SNS away from the corner then springs onto the top turnbuckle, leaping off with the Nightdrop. Scott manages to roll out of the way, however, and Kindred crashes and burns. SNS quickly swings Kindred onto his shoulders to execute the Scotch Valley Driver. SNS picks up his opponent with a gorilla press, setting him up for The Memory Remains. Kindred slips out behind Strader and sends him stumbling into the ropes with a spinning dropkick. As Scott Nash Strader turns around, he is met by a superkick that sends him tumbling over the top to the floor.

Rentfro: The action in this match has really been back and forth, with neither man able to maintain dominance over the other.

McDaniel: Maybe, but it's Kindred who's standing tall in the ring right now.

Kindred climbs the turnbuckles while SNS is climbing to his feet. As Kindred comes off with the Shadowdriver, SNS rolls to avoid the collision. Strader turns out to not have been the target of Kindred's attack, however, as he takes out Scott's girlfriend Tana. Kindred springs onto the apron then to the top turnbuckle to hit the Nightdrop on Tana as Scott Nash Strader gets to his feet, witnessing the brutal assault. Kindred lands a couple chair shots on the unconscious woman then dives back inside the ring as Strader charges after him.

Rentfro: Oh my god! Someone get help for Tana!

McDaniel: Well Kindred did warn SNS.

Scott Nash Strader looks between Tana and the ring, torn, but he finally scoops Tana gently into his arms and heads into the back, his face a mixture of grief and fury. Kindred looks on with an expressionless mask as the referee begins the ten count, a single tear streaming down his cheek.

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Rentfro: It's academic at this point. Strader isn't coming back.

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McDaniel: Perhaps not tonight, but he will be back and Hell will ride with him.

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DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match... KINDREEED!!!

Rentfro: What a horrible way to end this great match. The fans have been robbed of a real winner.

McDaniel: That may be true, but the real loser tonight was Tana. We'll get a report on her condition as soon as we can, folks.

Rentfro: I hope she's okay! Maybe I can go help!?

McDaniel: Stay RIGHT Here! Folks, we're now going to take you back to Revolutions Per Minute's Night Three match between the M.o.A.'s Vicious and Matthew Engel!  This was a spectacular bone crushing match!!!  Take a look!

GRUDGE MATCH
Vicious vs. Matthew 'The Virus' Engel!

Eric Emerson: “Ladies the gentlemen, the following contest is the header to the main event and is a no-holds barred, no disqualification grudge match!”

A brief pop in anticipation.

Eric Emerson: “Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois...”

“Passive” takes over the PA. After a brief moment, Trevor Knight appears at the rampway.

Eric Emerson: “Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds...”

Knight is on his way down the ramp - but from behind comes a running Matthew Engel who smashes him in the back of the head with a 2x4.

McDaniel: “Whoa! The Virus is wasting no time here, completely blindsiding Vicious with a 2x4 to start the match!”

Rentfro: “He’s nothing but a loose cannon at this point... This is just proof of that.”

Engel stands over Vicious with a smug smirk on his face, as the crowd boo’s his chosen way to enter this match. Vicious begins to stir, and Engel stands over him, slapping the back of his head insultingly.

McDaniel: “Virus has made a point of making it known how much he wants to send a message here tonight. To the MoA, and specifically to Darren Ridel.”

Pulling Vicious up by his hair, Virus hooks him in a front facelock - but where he would look to plant him into the concrete with a DDT; Vicious plants his foot, and wrenches with all of his weight to take Engel up and over with a northern lights suplex onto that same hard floor.

McDaniel: “And Vicious is able to counter that DDT attempt! Things didn’t start out very well for the younger Knight brother. We’ll see if he can rebound here.

Rentfro: “One has to wonder why Engel didn’t just keep at him with that 2x4. He could’ve finished him before this even began.”

McDaniel: “Somehow I don’t think Virus wants this to be over quickly.”

Knight stomps Virus’ head into the floor as payback for the cheap shot entrance. He spits, and then picks him up and whips him into the guardrail. He charges in with a flying spin kick to the jaw, as Virus collapses to the floor once again.

McDaniel: “The referee is now finally coming down the ramp... I guess he’s finally realized this match isn’t likely to get anywhere near the ring.”

Rentfro: “Took him long enough.”

The ref moves in to check on Virus, but Vicious pushes him off and starts laying into his opponent with stiff rights. The crowd on the other side of the rail harasses the two men; neither of whom are particularly fan favorites. Knight hooks Virus’ arm behind him in a hammerlock, and dives side-first down into the floor.

*SNAP*

McDaniel: “And Engel’s arm just collided with the floor joint-first! What a sickening sound... He may have dislocated something there.”

Rentfro: “Already?”

McDaniel: “Hard to say for certain, but he’s writhing on the ground in pain.”

Vicious stomps a few more times into Virus’ arm, and Engel curses loud enough for the camera to pick up a “fuck you”.

Rentfro: “Hey now, this is a family program!”

Knight continues his assault with an armlock, wrenching on the joint as hard as he can. He throws a few elbows into Engel’s ribs for good measure... But Engel doesn’t tap. He claws at Vicious’ face - but that doesn’t get anywhere. Vicious stands both men up - but before he can get anywhere Virus takes advantage by kicking his left leg backwards and catching Knight between the legs.

McDaniel: “And Vicious doubles over after a low blow! Virus didn’t waste any time after Knight gave him the opening.”

Rentfro: “It's all fair in this match. All the ref can do is watch and laugh as these guys beat each other up.”

McDaniel: “Virus pays back Vicious with a few solid jabs to the face, and now he takes him over the railing... And starts running his forehead across it up and down!”

It doesn’t take long before Knight is cut open above his eye - bleeding along the rail as Engel mercilessly runs his head up it and moving toward the entranceway. When they reach the end of the rail along the ramp, Virus turns around sharply and DDT’s Vicious face-first into the concrete.

McDaniel: “Looks like the Virus really wanted to hit that DDT.”

Rentfro: “Well you know - he does not forget, or forgive, or some nonsense like that.”

Vicious crawls away to try and collect himself, but Virus is quick with a boot to the back of his head to topple him over. He pulls him up - again by his hair - and drags him to the entrance where he throws him up against the side. He begins a shoulder-first assault; slamming Vicious into the wall.

Rentfro: “Knight’s had the wind knocked out of him half a dozen times now...”

After one more shoulder charge, Vicious shakes it all off and latches onto Virus’ right arm - he immediately pulls at an upward angle wrenching the already weakened joint.

McDaniel: “Knight pulling as hard as he can and Engel is now trapped up against the side of the entranceway with his injured arm elevate at the shoulder! If he doesn’t tap soon, Knight may very well pull it clean off!”

The referee moves in as Virus raises his arm as if ready to tap... But then Vicious relinquishes his hold - and both men collapse to the ground.

McDaniel: “It looks like all those shots to the sternum took their toll on Knight, who didn’t have enough air in his lungs to sustain himself there. Both men are on the ground now... Vicious is motionless and Engel is clutching his arm in sheer agony!”

Rentfro: “There haven’t been many actual maneuvers in this match... Just non-stop pain in either or both directions!”

The ref contemplates beginning a ten count, but Engel gets to his knees and then starts to move backstage to regroup. Vicious seems to sense this however, and he pushes himself up and begins to follow Engel backstage.

McDaniel: “The cameramen are in pursuit as both competitors are entering the backstage area.”

The camera stays focused on Engel - who is still holding onto his right arm. He bobbles against the wall, and turns - just barely in time to duck an impending chair shot from Vicious.

Rentfro: “Where’d he get that from?”

McDaniel: “They ARE backstage, you know...”

Virus can’t evade the second strike however, as Knight thrusts the chair forward into his sternum. With Engel doubled over, he lands a solid and well-placed blow to the back of his head.

McDaniel: “He connected dead on with that one... He really put all of his weight into that shot. Vicious throws the chair on the ground, and picks Engel up... He grabs his arm and plant him with a single-arm DDT across the chair!”

Rentfro: “I think Virus is teetering on the edge of consciousness... He barely even moved after the impact.”

McDaniel: “That or his arm has gone numb.”

Vicious just sits there for a moment collecting himself...

Rentfro: “What’s the hold up? Pin him! Submit him!”

McDaniel: “I think he’s debating whether or not he wants to... Well... Do more damage.”

Finally Vicious turns him over and applies the bare minimum of coverage to warrant a pin attempt. The ref drops to the floor.


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McDaniel: “And Engel kicks out!”

Rentfro: “He’d have to be dead not to. That was barely even a pin attempt by Vicious... What’s his problem? Doesn’t he want to win?”

McDaniel: “Who can say what either man is thinking at this point? Either way, Vicious doesn’t seem at all upset about the kick out, and he’s already got Virus back up to his feet. He nails him with a stiff elbow, but Virus retaliates with a right hook!”

Both men start trading blows...

Rentfro: “A right, a left, a right, a left... This is funny.”

McDaniel: “And Virus breaks the cycle as he grabs Vicious around the waist and literally picks up and rams him through a double-set of doors! It looks like they’ve moved into the arena loading area.”

After ramming him through the doors Virus drops Knight on the concrete, and has to brace himself with a stack of wooden pallets so that he doesn’t fall over. He’s breathing heavily... But suddenly straitens himself out.

Rentfro: “I think I see a twinkle in Virus’ eye... What’s he plotting?”

McDaniel: “He’s eyeing that massive stack of wooden pallets used for loading...”

Engel drags Vicious about ten yards from the tower in question. He kicks him in the face a few times, then pulls him up. He takes him by the arm, runs, and throws him head first... The entire stack crumbles on top of him.

McDaniel: “And Knight has been buried by those wooden planks! There’s no movement from underneath... I can’t even see him!”

Rentfro: “Neither can Virus, who’s tossing pallets aside looking for the carcass of his opponent.”

After violently tossing the pallets aside, Engel finds Knight barely twitching. He stands over him for a moment, and seems to be debating...

Rentfro: “Let me guess... This dumbass doesn’t want to pin him, either. This is ridiculous.”

Virus reaches down, and pulled one of the wooden pieces off of the pallet in one violent motion. He gets on top of Knight, and applies the wooden plank to his throat - coldly pressing as hard as he can as Knight springs to life to try and defend himself.

McDaniel: “Good god what’s he doing?! He’s trying to strangle the life out of him!”

The referee moves in but Virus pushes him off into a pile of wood. He continues pressing down against Knight’s throat as the eyes roll into the back of his head.

McDaniel: “Somebody stop this madness! No DQ or not, he’s trying to kill him!”

Vicious’ erratic movements begin to wane... He’s barely moving...

Rentfro: “Is this for real?”

Suddenly, Knight grabs hold of a loose planks and swings it square into the side of Engel’s head.

McDaniel: “He’s alive!”

Rentfro: “No doubt at the expense of a few brain cells. Virus is busted open now...”

Vicious coughs up blood, and spits it to the side. Wiping it from his mouth, he stands up and levels Virus’ right arm with the wooden plank. He beats down on him again; and again; and again...

Rentfro: “I think he’s a little angry his opponent just tried to kill him.”

McDaniel: “Understandably so.”

Knight grabs Engel by the hair this time and starts dragging him away from the mess of crates. He drags him over to where a long green hose is resting.

Rentfro: “Now what?!”

McDaniel: “Well, if these two think alike...”

Knight cranks the level to turn the hose on full blast...

He plugs up Engel’s nose, and shoves the hose in Virus’ mouth.

McDaniel: “MY GOD! Somebody stop this - he’s trying to drown him!”

Virus is flailing - A team of officials has finally made their way back stage, and stampede Knight to pull him off of Virus.

McDaniel: “Finally!”

Rentfro: “I’ve heard of opponents trying to kill each other before - but this is borderline snuff film right here...”

The officials are screaming at Knight, who completely ignores him and goes back to his opponent.

McDaniel: “Clearly reasoning won’t work here...”

As Engel chokes up a bunch of out water from his lungs and stomach, Knight kicks his right arm for good measure. He surveys the area for something else to use, and seemingly finds it as he drags Virus by his foot. He ends up at a fork lift. A pallet rests on the forks, and Knight picks Virus up and scoop slams him onto it.

Rentfro: “I think that’s the first wrestling move I’ve seen in fifteen minutes...”

Knight gets in the driver’s seat as the team of officials implores him to stop. He moves it over to a stack of crates, and begins hoisting the pallet into the air.

McDaniel: “Knight is elevating the comatose body of Matthew Engel into the air with that forklift... Neither of these guys are in their right minds. He takes it up until it’s about level with the top of the overhead guard, and then gets out. Now what?”

Rentfro: “He’s climbing the stack of crates next to it!”

Indeed Vicious begins scaling the large stack of crates. The crowd can be heard roaring in the background.

McDaniel: “This is insane!”

Rentfro: “This is awesome!”

Vicious reaches the top of the crates, and looks down at the elevated Virus laying on the pallet in mid-air.

Vicious flies off...

But Virus rolls out of the way.

Rentfro: “DID YOU SEE THAT?!”

McDaniel: “I can’t believe I did! Vicious went crashing through the pallet and onto the floor! Virus fell as well, but he rolled out of the way of the initial impact... Wait - He fell on top of Vicious, and the referee is making the count!”

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Rentfro: “A quick count, but come on... No way anybody is moving after that.”

The officials start digging through the rubble as medical personnel flood the loading area. As quick as they can they begin to move the two competitors onto stretchers, and check for vital signs.

McDaniel: “What a match... If you can even call it that.”

Rentfro: “Remind me, why did these guys hate each other so much?”

McDaniel: “Who the hell knows? Nothing could have been worth all of this damage...”

Cut back live.

Rentfro: Had it not been for the World Title match later that night, I would have called that the most vicious, pardon my pun, match of the weekend!

McDaniel: I don't think we'll see the end between these two, but while Virus did win, the damage was done and we're told he will be laid up for a few weeks healing.  Vicious, on the other hand is a stubborn Mo'Fo and we expect to see him back very shortly!  Now, from one violent hard core match to another, we take you back to Genesis Five again, for yet another major match from that evening, as the grudge between Raizzor and Rage was finally settled, but who was it that came out the  victor?  Let's find out!

GENESIS FIVE - GRUDGE MATCH
Raizzor vs. Rage

Wynes: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, the challenger, a veteran of the PWA.. he is Rage!!

Rage enters the arena, and makes his way to the ring, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of this challenge.

Wynes: And his opponent, weighing in at 285lbs, the 'Soul-Taker'; RAIZZOR!!!

The lights in the place suddenly dim.. an eerie chime begins, slowly building a rift that turns into fast paced metal piece.. the spotlight shines onto Raizzor, who comes onto the stage carrying a golf club in one hand, and a trash can lid in the other. He heads down to the ring, his eyes burning a hole into Rage who grins back at him. Raizzor climbs the stairs, dropping his items into the ring and steps over the top rope.

Rentfro: As a grudge match with no rules, Raizzor is bringing a selection to the ring!.

McDaniel: I so look forward to this! Let’s go!

The bell sounds and the two men circle each other carefully, neither one wanting to make an early mistake. They move in to lock up, but Raizzor ducks him and steps to the other side. Rage turns, eyes narrowing. Raizzor turns, and smiles at Rage, goading him in. Rage takes the challenge and charges, but Raizzor again ducks.

McDaniel: Raizzor's playing with Rage!

Rentfro: You don't play these type of games with Rage.. it will only make him more vicious.

McDaniel: And that’s something you just don’t do with the former champion!?

To prove the point, Rage moves in again, and as Raizzor tries to sidestep, Rage turns, driving his elbow into Raizzor's face. Raizzor backs up, but Rage presses the attack. A swift side kick from Rage doubles Raizzor over and Rage then hits a scissors kick to the back of his head, and Raizzor is sent to the canvas.

McDaniel: Rage hits a series of excellent moves there.

Rage then jumps out of the ring and pulls the apron up, bringing out a few items from below the ring. Two trashcans, a bundle of cable and then a table, all get pushed into the ring. As Rage climbs back in, Raizzor gets back up and grabs the golf club. He turns, ready to strike, when Rage throws a trash can into Raizzor. Raizzor stumbles backwards and Rage charges, clotheslining Raizzor down, and he loses his club. Rage then grabs the same trash can and slams it over Raizzor's head. Rage then drives a knee into Raizzor's stomach and covers.. One... Kickout.

Rentfro: Too early into the match for that!

Rage gets back up and spots the lid Raizzor brought to the ring, he goes to pick it up and turns back for the attack. However, Raizzor has retrieved his golf club, and like a professional, Tee's off into Rage's groin!

McDaniel: OUCH!!!!!!!!!!

Rage Gasps, eyes wide as he drops to his knees. Raizzor lines up for another shot and slams the head of the golf club into Rage's chest! Rage falls backwards and Raizzor drops the club, bouncing off the ropes and hitting a strong leg drop right against Rage's throat. Raizzor tries for a cover..

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Kickout!

Rentfro: Even the Soul-Taker wants to end this match soon.

Raizzor stands and moves over, grabbing the bundle of cable and unwinding the end. He drags the heavy gauge cable over to Rage.. but Rage rolls quickly up and hits a spinning heel kick to Raizzor.. the Champion stumbles back and Rage takes advantage to grab the cable and lasso the end around Raizzor's neck. Rage tightens it with three extra rings around him, and then Rage drags Raizzor across the ring with the cable. Raizzor struggles against it as Rage jumps over the top rope and lands on the floor, pulling Raizzor up against the ropes, effecting hanging him there. Rage pulls with all his might as Raizzor struggles to get free!

McDaniel: Rage is trying to choke Raizzor out!

Rage pulls and pulls, and moments later, Raizzor goes limp.. passed out from lack of oxygen. Rage grins wickedly and jumps into the ring. He pulls the cable off of Raizzor and throws him cruelly to the mat in the center of the ring. Rage then covers Raizzor..

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3/KICKOUT.

Rentfro: SO very close!!!!!

Rage is astonished, but has little time to focus as Raizzor lashes out with a vicious kick, connecting right in Rage's face. Rage falls backwards, hard.. and Raizzor climbs up, massaging his throat. Rage stands, wobbly and turns towards Raizzor. Raizzor grabs Rage by the throat and hits a quick choke slam on the challenger.

McDaniel: Not as effective as usual, but that will bide Raizzor some time.

Raizzor then stumbles, painfully over to the corner.. dropping to his knees coughing, trying to get some air back into his lungs. Rage meanwhile, shakily gets back up and starts to move in on Raizzor. The champion notices this from his peripheral vision, grabs the trash can lid, and hurls it at Rage... The lid strikes Rage dead center and the challenger is taken down.

Rentfro: Rage with the bat, Remo with the knuckles, Raizzor with the lid.. what next?

Raizzor stumbles to his feet, breathing hard, shaking his head respectfully to Rage who has kept up with him so well. Raizzor drags the table from the corner and sets it up in the center of the ring. He then goes for Rage, who is crawling to the ropes to use them to stand. As Rage reaches them, Raizzor reaches him. Rage kicks out, backing Raizzor up. Raizzor tries again, and this time Rage delivers a strong crescent kick to Raizzor's jaw. Raizzor wobbles back, and Rage tackles Raizzor down. Rage pounds his fists into Raizzor's face, and the champion finds himself at a disadvantage. Suddenly, Raizzor lifts his knee, and it connects in a very vital spot. Rage groans and falls to the side.

McDaniel: The oldest counter move in the books.

Raizzor wipes his face, spotting some blood on his hand, his head whips around, eyes slitted menacingly at Rage. He stands, flipping his hair back and grabs Rage and pulls him up. Raizzor whips Rage into the ropes and on his return, a big boot to the face takes Rage down hard. Raizzor then quickly picks Rage up again and body slams him down on the table. Raizzor then crawls onto the table, sets Rage up and power bombs Rage to the canvas from the table!

Rentfro: HOLY! That’s got to be a good 8 to 10 feet in the air that Rage just fell from!

Raizzor waits.. as Rage struggles up onto his hands and knees. Raizzor then jumps, and hits the Guillotine Leg Drop to the back of Rage's head! Rage crashes down, and Raizzor rolls him over..

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McDaniel: What a vicious finish!

Rentfro: And wipes his hands of Rage once and for all!

Wynes: The winner of this match, The Soul-Taker, RAIZZOR!!

McDaniel: Raizzor's out of the ring and heading out as Rage starts to regain consciousness.

Back to Rampage, the announcers are geared up for one of the major attraction matches of the evening!

PWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Kyle Stevenson (C) vs. Circa  

McDaniel: The past few weeks have been interesting in the TV title scene.

Rentfro: Fire took the belt from Helix at the end of March and has held it till losing to Kyle Stevenson last week at Revolutions Per Minute.  Which royally sucked!!

McDaniel:   I’m sure.  Stevenson has broken the curse he’s had since debuting here in the PWA, and now has his first title, but his challenger, Circa, has also been here from day one and is eager to claim her first championship gold.  Let’s get to ringside for the introductions!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Television Championship!  Introducing first, the challenger!!

"Sleepless" by HellTrain hits and the strobe lights hit in quick fashion, they spin and twirl in a circle around the ring, before focusing in on the entrance way. Circa comes out of the entrance way and begins to head bang a few times to the music before stretching and jumping a bit.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Multan, Pakistan, she is the Punjabi Princess, CIRCA!!!!

She dances to the ring and high fives fans on either side before jumping on the apron. She steps through the middle rope and goes to the closest turnbuckle, raising both of her arms up in the air. She jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the ring for Kyle’s entrance.

Eric Emerson: And now, introducing her opponent….

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##

Eric Emerson: He weighs in at 225lbs and he comes from Huntington Beach, California… he is the PWA Television Champion, KYLE STEVENSON!!!

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: Both of these competitors hold a lot of respect for each other, this should be a classic bout!

Rentfro: Stevenson is eager to prove he’s no fluke, and Circa is desperate to show her injury is in the past!  I think you’re right, this is going to rock!!

They lock up to start, but neither is willing to move, so they break the hold. They circle around a bit, then lock up again. This time, Stevenson powers Circa into the corner. The Referee breaks them up. They lock up again, and now Circa powers Stevenson into the opposite corner. The ref tries to break them up, but Stevenson nails Circa with a high knee.

McDaniel: Stevenson strikes the first critical blow!

Rentfro: I knew he couldn’t keep it clean!

McDaniel: That WAS a clean move!

Rentfro: BAH!

That's all the advantage he needs, as Stevenson hits a snap suplex on Circa. Stevenson drops an elbow, but no one is home. Circa grabs Stevenson's arm as he is getting up and hits a single arm DDT. Stevenson is up quickly, but Circa takes him down again with a leg sweep. Circa grabs a leg and turns him over in a half crab.

McDaniel: Circa has some skill in submission moves!

Rentfro: If she takes out his leg here, she’ll be at an advantage!

Circa leans way back, pulling the leg. Stevenson finally reaches the ropes and hobbles to his feet. Circa kicks him in the stomach and hits a DDT! She covers, but Stevenson is too close to the ropes and is able to put his foot on them. Circa bends down to pull Stevenson up, but Stevenson grabs her and rolls her into a small package pin.

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Kick out!

McDaniel: You can never let your defenses down here!

Rentfro: Stevenson is showing some moves, moves he should have shown months ago!

Circa catches Stevenson and wows the crowd with a series suplexes, catching Stevenson off guard. Stevenson fights back, and gets the advantage when he is able to counter a body slam with a small package

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Kickout!

McDaniel: Again, Stevenson with a counter, he’s impressing me!

Rentfro: Meh, his whole title reign so far is against women! They’re hot, but Stevenson has yet to really be challenged!

Stevenson gets to his feet first, a nearly takes off Circa's head with a clothesline. He then picks the Punjabi Princess up and hits a power bomb!

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Kickout!

McDaniel: CLOSE, Stevenson is becoming aggressive.

Rentfro: Or frustrated!

Stevenson is surprised that Circa could survive that and he attempts a second powerbomb but it gets reversed into a back body drop by Circa. Circa gets behind Stevenson and locks on a sleeper hold. Stevenson starts to fade, but starts to fight back, and Circa picks him up by his head in the sleeper and turns it into an atomic drop. As Stevenson staggers, Circa hits a bulldog and goes for the cover.

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Kickout!

McDaniel: Smart move by Circa.

Rentfro: After all she’s been through, this is her chance to turn things around!!

Circa picks Stevenson up, but he throws his arms up to break her hold on him and kicks her in the midsection!  With Circa bent forward, Stevenson signals to end this match and lifts her up and over his head, getting her into position for the Lights Out!

McDaniel: Well, that’s gotta be it! Circa gave it her all!

Suddenly though, Circa slips out from behind him and as he turns in surprise, Circa returns the favor with a midsection kick, locks him up and hits the Flatliner!  Stevenson crashes to the canvas, and Circa floats over to grab his leg and she applies her signature STF, locking her hands around Stevenson’s chin!

McDaniel: She’s got it locked!! What a turnaround!

Rentfro: COME ON CIRCA!!!

Stevenson groans and fights hard, trying so hard to get out of the move! He begins crawling as he gasps from the wrenching move Circa has applied.  The fans are on their feet, roaring as Stevenson inches closer, closer to the ropes!

McDaniel: He’s trying, he’s got to make it or he won’t survive!

Rentfro: He can’t break free, he has to use the ropes, what a pussy!

Barely brushing the cords of the bottom rope, Stevenson manages to get it in his grasp and the ref orders Circa to break the move!

McDaniel: Got em!

Rentfro: Lucky SOB!

Circa obliges and steps back as Stevenson pulls himself up.  He turns, and stumbles in and Circa catches him and executes a belly to belly suplex!  As Stevenson falls, Circa hooks the leg again and goes for the STF, but Stevenson twists his body over and pushes Circa into the corner! She hits hard and bounces out, and Stevenson lifts his legs to flip her over him!  She connects with his legs and he pushes up, and Circa begins to fly over, but she amazingly twists her body in mid air to land next to Stevenson, with his one leg in her grasp and he flips him over and locks in the STF again!!

McDaniel: WHOAH!

Rentfro: Yeah, that’s it!  Stevenson was too out of it to defend himself properly, now she’s got it cinched in right where it counts!!!

In the center of the ring, Circa locks it in tightly, pulling up and back on Stevenson!  The crowd roars loudly, as the champion tries, tries to move to the ropes, but Circa pulls him up and back!  A full minute ticks by, Stevenson’s hand shaking hard as he tries, tries….

McDaniel: Stevenson doesn’t want it to end like this!! He’s fighting hard!!

And then Stevenson cries out and starts slapping the canvas! The ref turns and calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Rentfro: She did it!! WOW!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match, and NEW PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION, CIIIRRRRCA!!!!!!!!

McDaniel: What a match!

Rentfro: Circa has finally captured PWA gold!! And off the hands of the man who had finally broken his own curse!!! 

McDaniel: Two fine competitors making this title match one of the best in a while!

The ref hands Circa the title, and she has tears in her eyes as she looks at it in wonder.  Stevenson, back to his feet, leaning in the corner, looks at her, and she lifts her head as he walks towards her.

Rentfro: Uh oh!

Stevenson comes nose to nose with Circa, they stare at each other, both breathing heavily.  Stevenson takes a step back and offers his hand.  Circa smiles and accepts it and they shake as the crowd comes to life with roars of cheers.

McDaniel: Good sportsmanship, what I love to see!

Rentfro: Maybe they’re be good sportsmen in the showers together!?

McDaniel: Oh man, will you ever stop?

Rentfro: Nope.

McDaniel: Didn’t think so! Ok, at this point, we were going to show you the main event of Genesis Five, but Chamelion asked we go ahead and instead replay RPM's main event.  The reason being is that everyone already knows Chamelion defended his belt succesffully against Jamie Havoc, but the Elimination Chamber match was a far more entertaining and valuable match to show once again, so, it's been a great night here with all of you on Rampage, but we're going to leave you with the World Title Elimination Chamber Match from Revolutions Per Minute.  Night Everyone!!

PWA World Title Match
Elimination Chamber
Raizzor (C) vs. The Phoenix vs. Corey Lazarus vs. “Grade A” Alex Wilkie vs. Sirus Moran vs. Project-X  

McDaniel: Well ladies and gentlemen, we have come at last to the main event of the evening. There you see the large elimination chamber structure which will house the six men vying for the PWA World Title Here tonight. For those who are unaware, that is nearly 40 feet and two tons of reinforced steel structure. Plate-glass doors on all the chambers. It encompasses the entire ring. Here are the rules for the....  

(McDaniel is cut off by the opening chords from “Exile” by Soilwork. A mixture of boos and cheers, mostly boos, comes from the crowd as Lex Demise slowly makes his way to the ring dressed in street clothes, his eyes hidden behind his black-rimmed Oakleys. He slowly makes his way down to ringside, gingerly holding his arm after his match earlier tonight, but nevertheless makes his way around the chamber and at the announce position.)  

McDaniel: And Brian has taken a backseat here to allow me to be joined by the #1 contender to the world heavyweight championship and the winner of the 2008 Rumble in the Bronx. Lex...first of all fantastic matchup earlier tonight.  

Demise: Thank you.  

McDaniel: Lex Demise earlier involved in that amazing Grizzly Beer title match...a hard fought contest.  

Demise: I congratulate Riona. Not many people have ever made me submit before. But that is already beyond my mind's eye. For now Jon, I'm out here to scout out the competition for my match at High Stakes in a month.  

McDaniel: Well it will be one of these six gentlemen whom you will face at High Stakes for the World Title. Here are the rules of the match. Two men will start the match in the center of the ring, with the other four competitors locked inside one of the four chambers in each corner of the ring. Every two and a half minutes, a chamber based will open, based on the random numbers the competitors drew earlier tonight. There are no disqualifications...no count outs. The only way to win is by pin fall or submission.  

Demise: The Elimination Chamber is exactly about that...elimination. It is designed to weed out the weak from the strong. Tonight will be a testament to whomever comes out victorious.  

McDaniel: Do you have any preference whom you will face?  

Demise: Not really....Corey is the only person in this match who is worth my time without a world title at stake. Sirus is a fierce competitor but a shell of his former self. Raizzor has been and always will be a fraudulent child playing with daddy's matchbook, too stupid to realize he'll get burned eventually. I don't know much about Wilkie...but if he's anything like McNasty, then he's doomed. Project-X is about five years past any sort of relevance in this industry...while Phoenix is the man I beat for the world title six years ago...and history will repeat itself if we cross that bridge.  

McDaniel: Well, on that note, let's go to ringside.

Emerson: The following contest is the elimination chamber match for the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first....  

("Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. 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.)  

Emerson: From Orlando Florida...weighing 240 pounds....THE PHOENIX!!!!  

McDaniel: Well, The Phoenix has lucked out tonight, being one of the four competitors not to draw numbers one or two to start the match.  

Demise: Entry order is going to be key in this match. You enter that ring last and you have up to five bruised and beaten combatants ripe for the picking.  

('More Human Than Human' playing 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.)  

Emerson: From Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada....weighing 234 pounds....SIRUS MORAN!  

McDaniel: And the PWA Icon is also save from being one or two...  

(The house lights drop and are taken over by the illumination of red strobe lights that dance about the PWA ramp. "Hysteria" by Muse hits the PA system as a bright white light blasts out from the back, against this light the outline of Project X can be made as he jogs on the spot, preparing himself for the task ahead. When the music reaches its peak, he bursts forth in a rush of energy and launches his chokeslamming arm up into the air as a jet of pyro launches up behind him. He then makes his way to the ring with a purposeful walk.)  

Emerson: From Parts Unknown....weighing 352 pounds....PROJECT-X!  

(The lights quickly go dark as the opening chords to “You're Gonna Pay” play through the arena. A blue strobe light starts up at the entryway, and smoke filters in through as Raizzor slowly makes his way down to ringside, his face a mask of concentration. Raizzor slowly climbs into the ring, not posing for the crowd or paying anyone any attention, simply removing his entry apparel and making his way to the corner.)  

Emerson: From Las Vegas Nevada...weighing in at 285 pounds....the PWA World Champion....RAIZZOR!  

Demise: Raizzor lucked out here. Now he has the chance to be the last man in that match.  

McDaniel: Do you doubt Raizzor's ability?  

Demise: I doubt the ability of anyone who has to cloak themselves in smoke and mirrors to be relevant. Say what you will about the dark life I have led over the years, but when it came right down to it, I always got the job done in the ring. Raizzor will say the same thing....but I've since abandoned that lifestyle while he still clings to it like a security blanket.  

McDaniel: Well...unfortunately for the remaining combatants...they will have to start this matchup.  

(The intro to the Rage song “Bulls on Parade” begins to sound throughout the arena. It plays and thumps over the speakers, and finally as the intro finishes, and the guitar begins to sound as if it’s on a scratch board, the stage bursts with red fireworks, from behind comes Alex Wilkie, sporting a shiny red leather vest, with the letters “A+” engraved in the back, his eyes are covered by a pair of black sunglasses, and his face covered by his golden grin. First, he stands in the middle of the stage, and then points out to a few fans with signs, starting his long walk down the ramp.)

Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 250lbs, born in Cold Lake, Alberta Canada and now residing in Seattle, Washington...“Grade A” ALEX! WIIIIIILKIEEEEE!”

(He stands at the middle of the stage, drops down to his knees, and points one hand up to the sky and behind him, more red and white fireworks go off into the top of the arena, he then gets off his knees and continues to walk down to the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope, he hops back up and runs towards the nearest turn buckle, tossing his red leather vest into the crowd, then pointing to the lucky fan who caught it, the music begins to fade as he circles around the ring…)  

McDaniel: Only one person left...  

Demise: You asked my preference....if I had one it'd be this man...  

The lights in the arena dim, the ADC-Tron going blank save for the glow emitted due its power. A black and white, old fashioned film countdown begins rolling, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit. The fans cheer wildly at the start of the countdown, and a steady beat of applause fills the air.

 
!!BOOM!!

A single blast of pyro shoots up from the stage, a trio of drums roll, and images of Hollywood landmarks - various studios, the Walk of Fame, Pink's Hot Dogs - scroll across the ADC-Tron. Guitars chug along as the fans steady beat of applause continues, the Hollywood landmarks turning into double-speed clips of Corey Lazarus in action throughout his career.

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring at this time...

Slayer's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" continues, the steady beat of applause almost drowning out the familiar guitar lick. On the Tron, Corey is seen ducking a lariat attempt by Sean "IcE" Moro, only to turn around and nail him with the End Credits. Jimmy Ultros gets superkicks off of the ring apron into a dumpster full of C2 charges, explosions going off immediately upon his landing, and then Showtime is dropped on his head with the Mercury Driver. The drums pick up quick as the song reaches the 27-second mark, and a single spotlight shines on the entrance curtain as Corey Lazarus and Gregory Price walk out.

IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, BABY
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I WANT YOU

Eric Emerson: Weighing in tonight at 230 pounds and standing at 6-foot-1...

IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA, HONEY

Corey jumps up and down, hyped up more so than usual as Price points to his prize client, and then begins to jog down the entrance ramp at a brisk pace. His silver-rimmed Ray Ban's are nowhere to be found, and Corey slaps a few hands with front row fans, keeping his eyes focused on the steel behemoth ahead of him.

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I'LL ALWAYS BE TRUE

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...

The bridge of the song plays, and Corey grabs a hold of the chain link fencing that makes up the sides of the Elimination Chamber. He gives it a quick tug, and then walks over to where the referee has the one door in or out open, turning around to drop to a knee quick.

OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME
AND TAKE MY HAND

Corey crosses his chest quick, jumps to his feet, and pounds fists with Price. Gregory hands him his Aquafina, and then begins walking back up the ramp, the spotlight still focused on Corey. Lazarus turns around and charges into the Chamber, running up the steps and into the ring.

OH, WON'T YOU COME WITH ME

Eric Emerson: He is the 2008 Who's The Man winner, "The Premiere Attraction"...

AND WALK THIS LAND

The guitars divebomb as Lazarus quickly slingshots himself over the top rope, tumbling to a crouched position with one fist on the mat and his head hung low.

PLEASE, TAKE MY HAND

Corey bobs his head to the beat of the drum, and then jumps to his feet as the main lick of the song returns, the spotlight disappearing as the houselights return. Corey sticks his arms out to the sides, spinning around to face each part of the crowd, as thousands of flashbulbs go off.

Eric Emerson: ...COORRREEEEEEYY LLLAAAAAZZAAARRUUUSSSSS!!!!

"In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" dies as Corey takes a few sips from his bottle of Aquafina, adjusting the kneepads over his tights, and then backs up to the ropes, using them to stretch out.  

McDaniel: Wilkie and Lazarus both ready to start this match as the other four competitors are locked in their respective chambers.  

(The bell rings as Lazarus and Wilkie circle one another, measuring each other up. They lock up in center ring, each one trying to get an advantage over the other. Lazarus executes a quick arm bar, wrenching on Wilkie's left arm. Alex whips Corey into the ropes, and then leapfrogs over an attempted shoulder tackle. Lazarus runs back towards Wilkie and is flipped over via a monkey flip from Wilkie. Alex floats over and begins punching away at Lazarus' face, while Corey covers up in protection. Wilkie stands Lazarus up and whips him to the ropes again. He tries a dropkick, but Lazarus hooks the top rope and Wilkie hits nothing but air. Lazarus runs over and nails a couple of clubbing forearms to the back of Wilkie's head, before lifting him up and executing a snap suplex.)  

Demise: Both Corey and Alex are going to have to pace themselves if they are going to survive in this match. Remember that they still have four other guys left to come in.  

McDaniel: You have to take care of business in the ring at the same time, and you can't let yourself relax too much.  

(Lazarus sets up behind the fallen Wilkie and sits him up. He applies a surfboard stretch, grinding his knee into the small of Alex's back. Wilkie uses what strength he can to wrench one of his arms out from Corey's grasp, and nail a strong shot to Laz's head, breaking the hold. Wilkie and Lazarus both get to their feet, once again trading right hands with one another. Wilkie gets the better of the exchange, forcing Corey back into the corner after several straight rights. Alex backs up for a moment, before running in with a full head of steam and nailing a spinning heel kick into the corner, causing Lazarus' head to bounce backwards. Wilkie grabs the fallen Lazarus and then delivers a front slam to the semi-conscious attraction. Wilkie climbs up the top turnbuckle, looking to finish off Lazarus early with a Snuka Superfly Leap off the top rope. Lazarus however gets both of his knees up driving the air straight out of Wilkie's lungs. Corey takes a minute to shake out the cobwebs before running over and hooking Wilkie in a Triangle Choke, trying to win by submission. As Wilkie struggles in the hold, the countdown begins as the crowd chants along.)  

Crowd: Five...four...three...two...one...  

(A buzzer sounds and a spotlight randomly selects one of the chambers.)  

McDaniel: And The Phoenix has joined the match!  

(The Phoenix quickly runs out of his chamber and makes a beeline straight for Corey Lazarus. Corey is forced to break the hold to try and defend himself, but Phoenix gets to him first and starts putting the boots to Corey. Phoenix stomps away, while Lazarus tries to return to a vertical base. Phoenix picks Corey up and whips him into the ropes, dropping down to his knees as Lazarus runs back and nailing a double chop straight to the throat. Phoenix then runs off the opposite ropes and nails a Million Dollar Knee lift right to the sternum of Corey Lazarus. Phoenix wastes no time in lifting Lazarus up and proceeding to toss him out of the ring, onto the cage floor outside.)  

Demise: Phoenix is picking right back up where Who's the Man left off.  

(Phoenix picks up Lazarus and proceeds to smash his head against the side of the cage, before rubbing it across the steel hard. Lazarus stumbles away, trying to collect himself, when Phoenix runs behind and delivers an open faced bulldog right to the steel floor. Lazarus lifts his head a few seconds later, a few drops of blood beginning to fall from his face.)  

McDaniel: And Lazarus has been busted open!  

Demise: Huh...that's quicker than usual.  

(Phoenix turns around quickly, just in time to be nailed by a flying dive over the top rope by Alex Wilkie, spearing him back first into the cage. Wilkie continues to punch away at the prone Phoenix, nailing lefts and rights in a rapid fire motion. He picks up phoenix and kicks him in the gut, before lifting him up in a firemen's carry.)  

McDaniel: Wilkie may be setting up for the Grade A Stunner!  

Demise: You mean Darkness Rising...damn thief....  

(Wilkie holds Phoenix up in the air a few moments, before Phoenix manages to fight out of the hold, landing behind Wilkie in the process. Phoenix grabs Wilkie's left arm and lifts him high in the air for a wrist clutch back suplex onto the steel floor. Phoenix then rolls over for a cover...  

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Kickout!  

Phoenix looks frustrated as the crowd counts down...)  

Crowd: Five...four...three...two...one....  

(Another chamber at random opens...and Sirus Moran emerges to the cheer of the fans).  

McDaniel: And the PWA icon enters the match!  

(Sirus gets into the ring quickly, and Phoenix rushes in to meet him. Phoenix tries to tackle Sirus, but Moran holds his ground and merely moves out of the way, allowing Phoenix to stumble rather comically on the mat. Sirus accepts a ready stance and Phoenix and he tie up, Sirus pushing Phoenix into the corner and beginning with knife edge chops to the chest. After four chops, Phoenix reverses and puts Sirus in the corner, returning the favor with four chops of his own. Sirus then quickly counters, delivering a Bionic Elbow that staggers Phoenix backwards. Sirus takes a running start, and clotheslines Phoenix down to the mat.)  

McDaniel: Sirus strong in the early going!  

Demise: But how much longer can the old warhorse keep it up...  

(Sirus quickly turns and is met by a springboard lariat from Lazarus. Corey quickly waits for Sirus to get to his feet before attempting an End Credits on him. Sirus ducks the running enziguri, and quickly locks Lazarus in an ankle lock. Lazarus writhes in pain, but is fortunately saved by Alex Wilkie, who nails a boot right to the side of Sirus' head.)  

Demise: Why on earth would you save Laz like that when he could've been eliminated!  

(Wilkie goes right after Sirus, nailing two vicious right hands to the side of his face, each one sending him down to the mat. Wilkie then tosses Sirus to the outside, following him as he does. Wilkie then executes a picture perfect Asai Moonsault on the fallen Sirus. Meanwhile on the inside, Phoenix climbs to the top rope, measuring Lazarus, who is still down on the ground. Phoenix dives off with a top rope elbow, attempting to home in on the prone Laz, but Corey rolls out of the way just in the nick of time, Phoenix instead hits canvas, and holds his arm in pain. Corey waits for Phoenix to get to his feet, before kicking him in the gut and setting him up...nailing the Box Office Bomb! Corey slowly rolls Phoenix over for the cover....  

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Thrrr....NO!)  

McDaniel: How in the hell did Phoenix kick out of that!  

Demise: Well...Corey isn't going to have long to moan over the loss. Here comes another entrant!  

Crowd: Five...four...three...two...one....  

(There is another buzzer and the crowd is shocked at who enters the ring next.)  

Demise: Pardon my ineptitude but...the champ has arrived...  

McDaniel: Don't you mean the champ is here?  

Demise: Who do you take me for, a poser like Nova?  

(Raizzor walks out of his chamber, calmly entering the ring and staring straight at Corey Lazarus. Corey gets to his feet and looks right at Raizzor. Each one of them starts talking trash to the other, before they stand in the center of the ring, staring at each other and never once flinching. Alex Wilkie tries to rush both of them, but simultaneously Lazarus and Raizzor turn around and each nail a stiff right hand, sending Wilkie down to the ground. Lazarus and Raizzor go right back to one another, trading punches, chops and kicks to the gut as they move back and forth across the ring. Sirus slowly rolls into the ring, long enough for Phoenix to catch him with a strong snap suplex. Holding the headlock, Phoenix rolls through and then executes a front suplex. Rolling through a third time, Phoenix delivers a jackhammer slam to Sirus, going for the pin...  

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Kickout!)  

McDaniel: Several near falls here, as all the competitors are giving it everything they have.  

Demise: And Project X is simply standing by, waiting to pick up the pieces.  

(Raizzor finally gets the best of Lazarus, tossing him into the corner and beginning to nail knife edge chops across his chest. Lazarus finally darts out of the corner and runs off the ropes, catching Raizzor with a quick clothesline that sends the big man staggering. Corey then runs past him and springboards off the middle rope, delivering an elbow to the back of his head that drops him down to one knee. Lazarus then takes a running move, nailing a high shining wizard to the side of Raizzor's head, causing him to go down. Lazarus then looks to the outside and takes a running dive at the ropes. He springboards off the top rope with a somersault leg drop, dropping it across the throat of Alex Wilkie, who had rolled to the outside. Meanwhile, Phoenix has Sirus up and is positioning him up on the top rope for a superplex. Raizzor runs over and positions himself underneath Phoenix, so that Phoenix is in an electric chair position. The two of them nail a stacked up superplex on Sirus, as the final countdown begins. Almost immediately, everyone on their feet stops what they are doing and looks right at Project X.)  

McDaniel: What in the world....  

Crowd: Five...four...three...two...one...  

(The buzzer goes off and the pod opens, and Project X confidently strolls out, only to stop outside the ring when he sees Lazarus, Raizzor and Phoenix staring straight at him. Slowly, Wilkie rolls in and follows suit, while Sirus slowly rolls himself into the corner. The four other men look at each other, as Project X seems to realize that months of making enemies has come back to haunt him. He quickly runs into the ring and starts a melee fight with the four men, only to be quickly be beaten down by them all. As soon as he is down on the mat, all of the men separate, leaving Wilkie and X in the middle of the ring. Wilkie waits for Project X to get up and then kicks him in the gut and scoops him up, delivering the Grade-A Stunner! Wilkie moves out of the way and points to the corner, where Phoenix is perched. Phoenix dives off, delivering a top rope elbow drop onto the fallen Project X. Raizzor slowly picks up the fallen man and holds him for Lazarus, who takes a running start and nails an End Credits on the man. Raizzor then takes the fallen man and proceeds to nail a Tombstone Shoulderbreaker on him.)  

Demise: That's one way to eliminate the fresh man advantage!  

McDaniel: Project-X's actions the last two months have finally come back to bite him in the rear.  

(Raizzor makes no move to pin X, instead sitting down on his chest and delivering stiff right hands to his skull. Lazarus slowly creeps off to the corner, while Phoenix and Wilkie trade right hands. Sirus quickly jumps back in the fray as Lazarus climbs to the top of one of the chambers. All five men manage to get to their feet, and turn around just in time to see Lazarus dive off the top of the cage with a somersault plancha, causing all of the men to collapse in the center of the ring.)  

McDaniel: Lazarus, a bloody mess, with a suicide dive into the fray!  

(As the six men scatter to their corners, Sirus and Project X are the first to their feet. Sirus catches Project X off guard, hitting him with trapped headbutts.)  

Demise: Nameless Knockout coming up!  

(Sirus whips Project X into the corner, but X puts on the breaks before Sirus can lift him up for the powerbomb. Project X quickly grabs Sirus by the throat, and executes The Probe. Project X falls to his knees and hooks Sirus' leg...  

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3!!!)  

McDaniel: And just like that...Sirus Moran has been eliminated.  

Demise: Frankly I'm surprised that Sirus lasted as long as he did. And that Project X can still move after that beating he took earlier.  

(As Project X slowly gets to his feet, he is met by an angered Raizzor, who attacks with righteous fury, clotheslining him over the top rope and onto the cage floor. Raizzor picks Project X up and whips him hard into the plate glass side of one off the chambers, not shattering it though. Raizzor takes a running start, and executes a spear through the glass, shattering it into dozens of pieces and sending Project X down in a crumbled heap. Raizzor stands and looks at him, ignoring the tiny flecks of glass that have cut open his own face. Inside the ring, Phoenix and Wilkie slowly work together, each one taking turns nailing Corey Lazarus with roundhouse rights.)  

Demise: Well...nice to see a degree of teamwork here...  

(Lazarus is felled with a double dropkick from the two, and Phoenix takes a moment to celebrate with Wilkie...who promptly turns right around and clotheslines him.)  

McDaniel: And so much for that...  

(Wilkie picks up the shell-shocked Phoenix and whips him hard into the ropes, executing an Anderson-style spinebuster on him when he rebounds back. Wilkie makes sure the distance is right before climbing to the top of one of the chambers. Wilkie then executes a picture perfect moonsault onto the fallen Phoenix, hooking the leg for a cover...  

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Thrr...NO!  

Wilkie looks on in disbelief, as Lazarus comes from behind and hits a double axehandle to the back of Wilkie's head. Lazarus picks up Wilkie and executes a scoop slam. He runs off the rope and nails a high knee drop right across Wilkie's forehead. Meanwhile outside, Project X slowly gets to his feet, while Raizzor maniacally stands over him. Raizzor takes the broken man and grabs him by the trapezes muscles. Raizzor pulls him out of the wreckage of the cells, and proceeds to lift him high in the air, before tossing him hard against the cage. Smiling, Raizzor turns around...only to be caught by Lazarus who hits a springboard dropkick on him, sending Raizzor down to the steel floor. Wilkie and Phoenix slowly get to their feet, each one seeing the other. Phoenix tries a roundhouse kick, but Wilkie ducks and scoops Phoenix up in the firemen's carry...nailing another Grade A stunner! Wilkie cradles Phoenix up for the pin...  

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3!!)  

Demise: And now Phoenix is eliminated! We're down to four!  

(Wilkie quickly gets to his feet, satisfied, and turns to find his next opponent. As Raizzor and Lazarus continue to fight on the outside, with Lazarus rubbing Raizzor's already cut open face in the steel mesh wall, Wilkie goes after Project X. Wilkie picks up the battered X and tosses him into the ring. He then launches himself with a springboard head butt onto the fallen former world champ. Wilkie sits X up in a  prone position, before nailing a stiff kick right to the side of his head. Wilkie then goes for the cover...  

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Shoulder Up!)  

McDaniel: Great resiliency by Project X to be able to kick out after everything we have seen him take today.  

Demise: I imagine he's still got a lot of fight in him.  

(Project X slowly staggers to his feet while Wilkie waits for him. Meanwhile Lazarus and Raizzor continue to fight on the outside, with Lazarus locking in a rear naked choke on the much larger Raizzor. Raizzor slowly fights back from the submission, standing up and holding Lazarus on his back, before dropping down backwards and crushing Lazarus on the steel floor below. Raizzor shakes out the cobwebs and slowly lifts Lazarus up, hauling him up into a running powerslam position. Raizzor then repositions Corey into a crucifix like position, only reversed. Raizzor runs towards the other pod on that side, and hurls Lazarus into the plate glass, causing him to crash all the way through and land in a heap.)  

McDaniel: Holy shit!  

Demise: So much for Laz. It's going to take everything for Corey to come back after that...  

(Raizzor smiles that evil smile of his, and re-enters the ring, where he finds Project X and Wilkie fighting it out. Raizzor merely watches as Project X counter s Wilkie right hand and returns with one of his own. Project X scoops up Wilkie on his shoulder, and proceeds to nail a running powerslam. Raizzor stops him from making a cover, as he runs right at Project X and nails a Guillotine Clothesline! Raizzor then turns to Alex Wilkie, who is still on dream street as he slowly gets to his feet. Raizzor kicks Wilkie in the gut and sets him up...before executing a Tombstone Shoulderbreaker! Raizzor goes down for the cover....  

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3!!!)  

Demise: And Alex Wilkie has been eliminated. They're dropping like flies.  

McDaniel: Raizzor and Project-X are in the ring while Corey Lazarus is still a bloody mess in the corner.  

(Raizzor turns to fight Project X, but is met by a hard boot right to the jaw. Project X takes a running leap and executes a high shoulder tackle, dropping Raizzor to the ground. X then picks up Raizzor and goes for a reverse suplex, dropping Raizzor's abdomen over the top rope and using the slingshot to move back forward and slam Raizzor flat on his back. X then rolls over for the cover...  

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Shoulder Up!  

Project X whips Raizzor into the corner and follows in with a hard lariat clothesline. Raizzor slumps down to the ground, and Project X jogs to the other side, before running full force and driving his leg into the face of Raizzor. Project X then lifts his hand high in the air, signaling for a chokeslam.)  

Demise: The end is near for Raizzor!  

McDaniel: Not quite...look at this!  

(X is distracted momentarily as he feels a tap on the shoulder. X turns around, only to get a sharp kick square in the groin. X doubles over in pain, and Lazarus uses the moment to set X up...and nails the Box Office Bomb! Lazarus breathes hard and performs a lateral press...  

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Thrrr...NO!  

Lazarus grimaces in frustration, before slowly picking X up off the mat. He kicks him in the gut, and then nails a Box Office Bomb II! This time he hooks the leg deeply as he covers...  

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3!!!)  

McDaniel: And we are down to the final two participants! The world champion Raizzor and the man who started this match, Corey Lazarus!  

Demise: Corey is hurting that's for sure...  

(Corey falls backwards, seemingly exhausted from the loss of blood and the effort. Raizzor slowly gets to his feet and stares at the fallen Lazarus. He slowly picks up Laz and nails him with a headbutt, driving him down. He then picks him up again and sets him up for a powerbomb. He lifts up Lazarus, but Corey fights out of it and forces Raizzor down with several right hands to the face. After catching another wind, Corey sticks and moves at Raizzor as soon as the champ gets to his feet, peppering him with right hands and sharp kicks, always managing to avoid Raizzor's grapples or punches. Finally Lazarus stuns him with a standing dropkick, causing Raizzor to fall to one knee. Lazarus runs over to the top rope and waits for Raizzor to stand, trying to nail a cross body block. Raizzor catches Laz in midair and hoists him up onto his shoulder, nailing him with a Tombstone Shoulderbreaker. Raizzor then goes for the quick cover...  

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McDaniel: How in the hell did Laz kick out of that!  

Demise: Don't look at me. I thought he was done.  

(Raizzor looks on unbelievingly, before he shrugs it off and climbs up to the top rope. Raizzor tries to nail a Guillotine Version 2...but Lazarus rolls out of the way. Lazarus waits for Raizzor to get to a standing position again, before he executes the End Credits! Lazarus runs over to the corner, judging the distance and angle. He climbs up to the top rope and executes a fabled Lyncanthrope Splash on Raizzor!)  

Demise: Shades of the late great Thunderwolf!  

McDaniel: Dustin's not dead...  

Demise: Oh....right....  

(Lazarus slowly leans over for a cover....  

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Lazarus looks on amazed, completely unbelieving of the count. He slams his fist to the canvas in frustration, before deciding to himself to end it all. He picks up Raizzor, and attempts to dead lift him onto his shoulders, but the loss of blood and damage endured causes Lazarus to fail. Raizzor takes the opportunity to scoop up the weakened Lazarus and nail a second Tombstone Shoulderbreaker...Raizzor then goes for the cover...  

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Thrrr...NO!)  

McDaniel: And both men showing resiliency.  

Demise: Laz is fighting on instinct alone. He's lost so much blood that it's not even funny.  

(Raizzor looks on amazed at Lazarus, before simply getting a more determined look on his face. Raizzor again picks up the dead weight Lazarus, and executes a third Tombstone Shoulderbreaker. Instead of dropping him to the mat though, Raizzor holds on and stands back up, dropping Lazarus with a fourth Tombstone. Raizzor for a third time holds on and stands back up, before hitting a fifth and final Tombstone...)  

McDaniel: And will this do it! My god what will it take if it doesn't!  

(Raizzor falls down, hooking the leg deeply on the cover....  

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“You're Gonna Pay” hit the PA as the crowd stands in stunned silence.)  

Emerson: Here is your winner...AND STILL...PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...RAIZZOR!  

(Raizzor breaths a sigh of relief as he gets back to his feet and the ref hands him the world title belt. Raizzor holds the belt high as his hand is raised in victory.)  

McDaniel: Somehow...some way...Raizzor managed to dodge the best shot of five top challengers...and come out on top. In the end, Corey Lazarus had just endured too much to finish the job...

Demise: If you'll excuse me...  

(Demise throws down his headset and quietly stalks to the entry of the cage. Demise enters the cage, with Raizzor's back facing him. Demise waits for Raizzor to turn around, and when he does, he makes a motion as if he's going to spear him. Raizzor flinches in surprise, but Demise stops himself, and merely smirks at the champion. Demise points at the belt draped over Raizzor's shoulder, and motions towards himself. Raizzor merely glares into the eyes of the challenger, lifts his title up again and slowly shakes his head as we fade to black.)

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