"End of the Line" 
May 23rd, 2008
Live on from  America West Arena - Phoenix, Arizona.

Before Rampage officially begins, we are taken backstage to the office of the President of the PWA.  You can hear the roar of the fans as Raizzor comes on screen, dressed in a black business suit and looking a bit uncomfortable in the outfit.  His hair is brushed back behind his ears and he looks serious and stoic as he addresses the fans and superstars of the PWA. 

Raizzor: Greetings.  As you all know by now, I secured full ownership rights to the PWA one week ago by besting my brother in an inferno match.  As of now, things here in the PWA will change.  I will be keeping my hands out of the action in the ring as much as I can, unless life is surely at stake.  However, I expect all my superstars to understand that I will have no issue with hitting them with fines up to and in excess of their weekly takes of the gate.  If you want to break my rules, you will pay out of your pocket for it.  To the point you will be working for me for free.  Never the less, for the most part, I expect everyone to handle their affairs on their own.  Do not come to me with bribes, as Deadpool tried with my brother.  Do not come to me begging for things because you feel you’re getting an unfair shake.  Deal your own business and make things happen without the expectations I will hold your hand.  

He pauses for a moment.  

Raizzor: PWA fans, last week you held the power, and you made some amazing choices.  Now, it is my turn, and I promise you one hell of a show!  

Raizzor offers a half smile when there is a knock at the door.  He speaks for the person to come in. Raizzor's half smiled turns into a scowl at the appearance of the person, which we can not see save for the back of long flowing red hair.  The scene switches to the ringside area with Brian Rentfro and Jon McDaniel.

McDaniel: Welcome everyone to Rampage!!  

Rentfro: We’ve coming off a huge PPV event, as High Stakes soared to new heights in buy rates!  The fans having control, deciding the matches, made each one as unpredictable as the next!  

McDaniel: And in that evening, we crowned a new PWA World Champion! Corey Lazarus has finally made the big time, the A-List, the blockbuster ratings by capturing the World title over Lex Demise!  

Rentfro: We also saw Kindred take the PWA TV Title from Circa, in a grueling match.   

McDaniel: However, Nightmare, The Razordolls and Riona Langly all managed to hold on to their belts!  

Rentfro: A strong showing by all!  But tonight is all important for many of our superstars.  

McDaniel: Indeed.  We’re going to see Fire take on Alex Wilkie one on one.  After Fire sided with Chamelion, Wilkie is out for a bite of revenge.  He has the advantage, having bested Fire in the BWF more then once.  

Rentfro: Yeah, but she’s now hooked with the Most Devious SOB in the Business today, and I bet that will turn the tide!  

McDaniel: Speaking of Chamelion, he teams with the Virus, Matthew Engel to take on the current #1 contenders to the PWA Tag-Team titles, The Dead Pool!  

Rentfro: The Deadpool are mad men, I wonder if Raizzor knew what he was doing sending his brother to the wolves.  

McDaniel: I’m not so sure, he DID team him up with the new leader of the M.o.A., so you gotta expect Chamelion and Virus will have some major back up if things go wrong.  

Rentfro: And on hand tonight, in a match two months in the making.. Enika Engel will finally get a chance to put the nail in Project X’s coffin, once and for all!  

McDaniel: This all began just weeks after the PWA opened, with Project X winning the World title in a keys to glory contest, and subsequently threw everyone out of the ring. Enika took exception, and chased Project X… in fact, she was supposed to face him for the PWA World Title at Who’s The Man!? But Project X put her on the shelf, leading to Raizzor taking her place and defeating Project X.  Enika has her eyes set on putting PX down and reclaiming her spot in the world title hunt!  

Rentfro: and then there's our main event!  As the heat between Mark McNasty and Phoenix comes to a head in a BATTLE DOME MATCH!!!  Now, lets go to the ring with our first contest!!

The lights go dark in the arena as mist starts to float through the ramp way area. All of a sudden you hear the soft sounds of a piano as the spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp. As soon as the thunderous guitar riff of Nine Inch Nails' "Just Like You Imagined" Pyros explodes throughout the arena and out walks The Deadpool: Deacon Frost & Bronx Williams. 

McDaniel: Wait, they're not scheduled to be out here just yet! What's going on!?

Rentfro: Hostile take over!?

Both men pauses at the top of the entrance ramp, as per Japanese tradition, the steamers come flying over the two men. The two make their way down to the ring area. Frost makes his way up the ring steps and steps over the top rope. Frost stands in the middle of the ring scanning the crowd. Bronx slides under the bottom rope and hops on the nearest turnbuckle and spreads his arms in the crucifix sign. Bronx hops off the turnbuckle and signals to the ring hand for two mics. The ring hand quickly finds two mics for the team and hands them over.

Deacon Frost: Heh, What did I tell all of you. Most importantly what did we tell you Project X and Phoenix . As the smoke cleared and the dust settled and the cage raised up, did you realize how futile it was for you to even show up. Did it become clear that on your best day…you are nothing more than a side dish to the main event. And who is the main event might you ask?

The Crowd: Deadpool!!! Deadpool!!! Deadpool!!!

Bronx Williams: That’s right…The Deadpool. Now…out of respect of the tuner match that we are having on today’s card, we’ve avoided talking about one subject. But Me and Frost have talked and decided that it’s time to clue the people in.

Bronx pauses, letting the crowd wonder what the subject is.

Bronx Williams: Scott Nash Strader and Jon Cage. Now at the PPV after we finished handing out fresh ass whippings like welfare checks in the Hood…you two decided to come down to the ring and put your hands on us. That…that wasn’t the smartest of moves especially for guys who want to be tag champs.

Deacon Frost: That’s because now, you’ve put yourself in danger…therefore it’s not promised that you’ll make it to even get a number one contendership match. With that being said I know many wonder why would two men even risk their careers like that.

Bronx Williams: Well, I think I can answer that for you.

Deacon Frost: Please do.

Bronx Williams: You see what I’m about to do is revel one of the best kept wrestling secrets. You see my real last name is….Strader. Which makes Scott my abusive uncle. A man who destroyed my father. So in return, I drove a wedge between his daughter and son in law and him. I drove him back to the bottle that plagued him. I see this as his way of telling me that he hasn’t forgotten. Well guess what uncle Scott, neither have I. But soon and very soon you are gonna wish that I did. Trust me on that.

Deacon Frost: And then there is Jon Cage…who is probably still sore that you handed him his ass when you were HiC High Impact Champion. But that’s ok, because soon he won’t be feeling a damn thing. But you guys will get yours at a later date. Tonight we have more pressing matters.

Bronx Williams: Hell, why wait let’s get it over with right now.

Deacon Frost: Fine…Longoria

Bronx Williams: Mendaz

Deacon Frost: Damn…I knew you were gonna say that. Hell, let’s go ask Jacob.

Bronx Williams: Fine…but if I’m right…I get to get the pin in our match…deal?

Deacon Frost: Deal!!!

Both men drop their mics and leave the ring. Their music plays as they make their way up the ramp way and through the curtain. The PWA cameras rejoin us backstage where Bud Adams waits for Fire to make her appearance. He waits looking around as many PWA stars walk past getting ready or leavening their matches then suddenly Fire can be seen wearing a pair of blue jeans and a low-cut tank top.

Bud:  Fire, I would like to have a word with you please.  

Fire looks over at him and sighs.

Fire: Okay what do you need? Can’t you see I’m in a hurry?

Bud nods knowing she is getting ready to go change for her match.

Bud: I want to know how you feel about facing Alex tonight.

Fire: How do I feel? Seriously? I am excited. I want to give him a defeat he will never forget. I want to send him running home to his mommy.

Bud: Do you really think you can do that? After all you have never beaten him.

Fire glares at Bud with a look that could kill anyone.

Fire: Of course I can! I am willing to bet he is underestimating me, and that will be his downfall. Sure he has beaten me before, but it will not happen again. I am going to take everything he loves away from him. I will make him pay with his life for the insults he has given me recently.

Bud thinking it wise steps a few steps back away from Fire.

Fire: Is something wrong Bud? Are you afraid of me?

Fire smirks evilly.

Fire: As you should be.

Bud:  What do you think of Chamelion’s wife Sandra attacking you at the last PPV?

Fire glares even more at Bud wanting to rip him apart but knowing its currently not wise stands her ground.

Fire: What do I think about that bitch? I want to rip her apart. If she thinks she can show up and attack me just because I was kissing Chamelion she has another thing coming. It’s not the first or the last time my lips will ever cross his, and she will just have to get over it. I will not bow out of this without a fight, and if she keeps poking her nose around here she will end up with the fight of her life! Now this impromptu interview is over. I have a match to get ready for.

Fire walks away from Bud as he shakes his head glad to escape with his life, he turns and walks past the locker room of the undefeated PWA Grizzly Beer Champion, Riona Langly. As we peer inside, Riona's locker room is fairly bare at the moment, as Riona is currently stretching and loosening her body out before her match with Corey Lazarus. Her head and body are still wrapped as shown by the tank top.

There is a knock at her door, and Riona calmly stops her yoga styled stretch to answer the door.

Nightmare smiles to her as Riona opens the door. Ledge accompanies him, leaning against the doorframe.

Nightmare: "Hey there, Riona. Just wanted to drop by before your match. Mind if we come in?"

Riona: "I guess not... I mean, I don't have alot of time to warm up tonight though. Dunno why we're not main eventing."

Ledge notices her attire and remembers her pre-match rituals.

Ledge: "...well, don't let us stop. Please, stretch away."

As Ledge steps inside the room, Riona gives him a bit of a glare... a friendly one if there ever was one... and goes back to her stretching, but at a far less provocative style.

Jonathon walks inside, removing his shades as he smirks at his friends' exchange.

Nightmare: "By the way, congratulations on your win. Hell of a match."

Riona: "Hell doesn't really describe how I'm feeling right now... When I work the deathmatch style in Japan, it's usually against people my size. Not a giant like SNS... felt really good to finally shut him up though."

Ledge: "...apparently you haven't been watching his promos for the past week. Not that I can blame you."

Riona: "Yeah, but that's just empty words, Nick... He's DONE. He doesn't have a leg to stand on anymore, not against me. He lost 3 times, the last in a gimmick he chose."

Nightmare: "Your match this week, however, Riona.... Well, it's obvious Corey's a wanted man. Be careful not to get hit in the crossfire."

Ledge: "Wanted? Oh please, Jon. I can hear his ego inflating from here..."

Jon chuckles and shakes his head in amusement.

Riona: "I don't fear The L-A-Z, and I don't fear those that try and go for him. He's the World Champion, he should have EVERY laser sight pointed at him."

Nightmare: "I wasn't referring to Lex Demise, but more the MoA. I know you're a warrior, Riona, but I know how these people operate. I've fought with them and against them."

"While it's true that they have one active wrestler that people know about, they have far more men than that to back him up."

Riona: "Jon, Nick... I appreciate the concern here. I'm not gonna do anything really stupid."

Jonathon nods. His belief in his friend is evident.

Riona: "I mean... look at me. Do you think that I'm stupid enough to... oh, wait, don't answer that."

Ledge: "Hmmm...a self burn. Not an easy feat to accomplish. I would offer you some rubbing alcohol to treat it with, but...well...you know how that might turn out...."

He sends Riona a playful wink, though he's sure she'll react more strongly.

Riona: "I'm not on anyone's radar... sorta pisses me off. I work my ass off and get no recognition except for snickering on that fuckin' radio shit."

Ledge: "I wouldn't take it too personally, Riona. They have the former World Champ in a dark match this week."

"Anyway...it really is good to see you to, Riona. It's been far too long."

Riona: "I know, Nick... it's been, what... 3 years? NoA 5?"

Ledge: "Heh, at least."

Riona: "Well, it's probably for the best. I'm a whore, haven't you heard?"

"I swear, I'm gonna be defined for what happens on the outside of the ring rather than what happens in it."

"Though, I guess it's a new status to be told you're a whore every week. It's better than being told to MOVE by every other opponent as if it's funny the 300th time."

Nightmare: "And people would rather focus on Nick's drug problems."

"I say let them focus on whatever the Hell they want. We'll focus on what matters: kicking their asses and not bothering with taking names. We'll be taking the gold while they take notice. And if they don't learn to shut their mouths?"

"Then we shut them FOR them."

Jon gets a wicked smirk on his face.

Ledge: "All I know is that whoever has that TV title when I get my shot better be ready. I'm not some gimpy loser that's to be taken lightly, and I intend upon proving that fact."

Riona: "I'm facing Duff... yeah, that's a contest. Someone I've beaten nearly every time we've been in the ring together."

Jonathon's smirk of focused confidence is all he needs to say in regards to his next big match.

Nightmare: "For now, however, focus on Corey and beat him. His being world champion is only a temporary condition. Trust me."

He re-dons his signature Gargoyle sunglasses and flashes a smile to his friend that leaves no doubt as to who he's backing in the match. Ledge nods to her in respect, and the two exit the locker room. The door closes behind them, and you are transported away.

PWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Kindred (c) vs. Scott Nash Strader

Eric Emerson: The following match is to a single pinfall or submission and is for the PWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!

The fans erupt in cheers, looking forward to the battle ahead.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger...

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hit’s the PA system. The ADCtron 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 and weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds....

### 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. ###

Eric Emerson: SCOTT NASH STRADER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

### 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, rolling inside once he hits ringside. Taking his corner he watches the entranceway with a stern glare.

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

Rentfro: You know Scott Nash Strader is going to put everything he has in this match.

McDaniel: Indeed, Brian. Not only does he have a shot at PWA gold, he's seeking to prove he still belongs here after repeated losses to Riona Langly.

Rentfro: And let's not forget Kindred's attack upon Strader's girlfriend, Tana, making this into a personal vendetta for Scott.

McDaniel: Speaking of the lovely Tana, she will be accompanying us here this evening as a special commentator for this match.

Eric Emerson: And now, the champion...

McDaniel: I wonder where he'll enter from this week.

Rentfro: As long as he stays away from me I don't care.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at 200 pounds, and standing at 6 foot 4, he is Kindred!

"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. Spotlights pan the arena, but he is nowhere to be seen. He does not emerge out from under the ring or announce table. He does not appear at the stage. Then the spotlights converge upon a spot in the crowd, where Kindred is seen amongst the fans.

The fans seem surprised, but it doesn’t stop them from cheering. Kindred looks side to side, looking at the fans, before he starts the march down to the ring, Nightmare accompanying him.

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. Rather than run from the light, he simply looks up, as if looking to the heavens, his expression that of a man finally at peace with himself.

DING! DING! DING!

Referee Cole Tate calls for the bell to begin the match. SNS charges Kindred with a football tackle, but Kindred rolls out of the way, causing his opponent to crash into the turnbuckles. Kindred spins around into a leg sweep, knocking Strader's legs out from under him. Kindred applies a seated side-headlock to his adversary, working over Scott's neck. Scott Nash Strader powers back to his feet and throws his foe off him and into the ropes. Kindred springboards off the ropes with a cross-body block. Scott catches him, however, and plants him into the canvas with a falling body slam.

Strader pulls his adversary back to his feet, applying a rear waistlock and delivering a release German suplex. Kindred uses the momentum of the throw to roll him back to his feet, and, as Scott turns around, delivers a stunning flying side kick to his opponent. SNS stumbles back into the corner. Kindred follows after him, hitting a corner splash then leaping onto the top rope to drive his foe into the canvas with a cattle branding. Kindred kips up to his feet and flips into the ropes to deliver a spinning senton splash onto his opponent. Kindred hooks the leg for a quick pinfall.

One...

Two...

McDaniel: And Scott kicks out with authority, literally sending Kindred into the air with the force of that kick out.

Tana: I'm new to this 'sport', but I know Scott well enough to tell you that he's not a man who gives up that easily. He's always been a fighter.

Rentfro: Which he proved at High Stakes, despite losing the match.

Kindred hops up to his feet and measures his adversary. As Strader pulls himself to his feet, Kindred fires a crescent kick straight for his foe's head. Scott Nash Strader catches his opponent's leg, however, and swings him up across his shoulders to execute the Scotch Valley Driver. SNS lifts Kindred high into the air into a vertical suplex position as he calls out for the Hangover Deluxe. Kindred fights and kicks, struggling his way back down to his feet and reversing the move into a brain buster of his own.

Rentfro: Reversal!

McDaniel: Big reversal.

Kindred applies a double chickening to his opponent and lifts him into the air. Scott Nash Strader forces his way back to his feet as he tries to break free of the hold. Before he can do so, however, Kindred sends him up and over to crash down onto the canvas with a suplex. Kindred maintains his grip as he attempts to go for the pinfall.

One...

Two...

SNS kicks out, freeing himself from his adversary's clutches. The two men get to their feet and begin exchanging blows, forearms and fists, chops and elbows. Each rocks the other, but neither will give ground to the other. Scott fires a stiff punch into Kindred's face that finally pushes him back. Strader sends a couple more punches into his foe's midsection then winds up for a huge haymaker. Kindred ducks the blow, grabbing his opponent's arm to deliver a short-arm clothesline. Kindred applies an arm wringer then drives his foot into his foe's face with a side kick.

Rentfro: Things aren't looking too good for SNS right now.

Tana: He'll rally back, trust me.

McDaniel: I believe you. I've seen it happen before.

Suddenly Scott Nash Strader surges forward with a growl of frustration, taking his foe down with a double leg-takedown. SNS drives fist after fist into his opponent's face, ignoring Referee Tate's reprimands. Finally Strader backs off at the four count... only to charge the rising Kindred and deliver a wicked knee smash into the side of his adversary's head. Scott executes a quick snap suplex and follows it up with the Hangover Deluxe. Strader hoists Kindred onto his shoulder and charges the turnbuckles, planting his adversary into the canvas with an Oklahoma Stampede. Scott drops to make the cover.

One...

Two...

Three...

Rentfro: Is it over? Did Strader win??

McDaniel: No, Referee Cole Tate is telling Marcus to not ring the bell! Kindred got his foot into the ropes just in time to save himself!

Tana: I can't believe it. Come on, Scott! Finish him!

SNS gets into the referee's face, arguing against the call, claiming it was a slow count. Unfortunately, this gives Kindred time to recuperate, which he does as he nails SNS with a spinning dropkick from behind. As Scott Nash Strader gets to his feet he is met with a super kick right to the chin, dropping him and sending him rolling out of the ring.

Rentfro: Gramlacking!

Tana: ....

Rentfro: What? It's the name of the combo.

Kindred waits then runs back into the ropes, racing forwards to fly out of the ring with a somersault plancha upon his rising opponent. Both men crash to the floor, but it seems Kindred got the worse of the collision as his head is spotted slamming into the ring barricade. This allows SNS to get to his feet first, catching his adversary's legs under his arms to drill Kindred into the ringside floor with the Cherry Whiskey Bomb!

Nightmare: Take it back into the ring, Scott!

Scott Nash Strader flips off his friend as Nightmare comes around the side of the ring, but SNS slides back inside the ring as the PWA IC Champion tends to the TV Champion. Referee Tate begins the mandatory ten count.

One...

Two...

Kindred gets back to his feet.

Three...

He casts a glance to SNS then to Tana.

Four...

Tana: Keep away from me!

Scott rolls out of the ring, hurrying over towards Kindred. Kindred dives back inside the ring, quickly followed by his adversary. The two men begin chopping away at one another as soon as their to their feet. SNS whips Kindred into the corner and spears him nearly in half! Scott Nash Strader places his foe on the top turnbuckle and climbs up after him, signaling for the Over Rye Drive. Kindred comes to his senses before Strader can execute the move, however, and they begin fighting up top, jockeying for control. SNS is knocked off the turnbuckle but manages to stay upright. He turns to attack his foe once again, but Kindred flies off with a flipping neck breaker onto his opponent. Strader drops to the canvas, and Kindred set him in the corner in a seated position. Shadow Driver!

Rentfro: This could be it. This could be the end of the match.

Tana: No! No no no! Get up, Scott! Please get up!

McDaniel: Kindred goes to the top once again, and he takes to the air with the Nightdrop!

Rentfro: He nails it perfectly!

Kindred smiles down at his fallen adversary and wraps up Scott Nash Strader with an inside cradle. Referee Cole Tate drops to make the count.

One...

Two...

Three-NO!

Kindred rolls off his foe and looks to the heavens with a look of pure anguish, sobbing.

Kindred: "If I must...I will...."

Kindred slides out of the ring, heading towards Tana.

Rentfro: What the Hell is he doing? Kindred could have won the match there!

McDaniel: I hope he's not going to do what I think he's going to do....

Tana: Keep him away! Keep him away!

Tana turns to run, but she is caught by the arm by Kindred. He spins her around and embraces her... gently. He seems to whisper something in Tana's ear, causing her eyes to widen in shock and disbelief. Unseen by Kindred, SNS rolls out of the ring and stalks Kindred from behind. Tana backs away from Kindred as he releases her, spreading his arms as if knowing what is to come. Strader raises his opponent high overhead in a gorilla press position then drops him into a backbreaker, performing The Memory Remains. Scott drags his adversary back to the ring and tosses him in under the ropes, sliding in after him. With a stern and fierce expression upon his face, Strader hoists Kindred high into the air before driving him into the canvas with the Finishing Touch.

SNS rolls Kindred up with a jackknife pin, and Referee Tate makes the count.

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match... and YOUR NEW PWA TELEVISION CHAMPION! SCOTT NASH STRADER!!

Rentfro: It was a Hell of a match. Here's hoping SNS will be a Hell of a champion.

McDaniel: Despite all he's had going against him, Scott Nash Strader has just joined the elite, the champions of the PWA.

As Tana joins Scott in the ring to help him celebrate his victory, Nightmare assists his friend Kindred to the back.

Rentfro: That leaves us with only one thing unresolved. What did Kindred say to Tana?

McDaniel: Our team in A/V has been reviewing that and are now able to answer that question.

The arena monitors replay the scene of the embrace. This time, however, Kindred's whisper is audible.

Kindred: For all the harm I've caused, please forgive me.

McDaniel: Tonight was really a story of redemption for both men, and it seems they both achieved it.

Rentfro: Indeed, Jon. Indeed. Ah, time for another wonderful backstage segment!!

The cameras cut backstage, where Corey Lazarus leans against a dressing room door. His forehead is placed against it, and the PWA World title is buttoned around his waist. His Ray Ban's are pushed up over his head, and he knocks on the door.

Lazarus: Alright, c'mon! I called you every day this past week, texted you a thousand times, and I even tried messaging your Myspace. Would you PLEASE at least say SOMETHING to me?

Silence. Corey pushes himself off of the door, shaking his head. He begins heading towards the Gorilla Position, his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.

Lazarus: Fine. What the shit ever.

Corey walks off-screen, and the camera zooms in on the name on the dressing room door:

At this point, the camera turns quickly to catch Seamus and Sean walking into another room down across the hall. Sounds of breaking glass can be heard from beyond the closed door. Bud Adams motions for the camera to come with him, he has a microphone in his hand and heads for the closed door.

Adams : "Ok fans, we are going to try and get an interview with The O'Connor Boys before their street fight against Might and Magic."

Adams reaches out and knocks on the door. It is quickly answered with Sean's harsh Irish voice.

Sean: "Yeah, what you want?"

Adams : "Could we have an interview with you and Seamus before your upcoming street fight?"

Sean: "Yeah, sure, come in."

Bud Adams is shocked that he is actually getting an interview with The O'Connor Boys, not that their better than everyone else, they just don't do interviews. Adams walks into the room quickly followed by the camera man. Inside the room is a mess of broken light bulbs in a pan, the light reflects off the broken shards of glass. Seamus is in the corner wrapping tape around his fists.

Sean: "Seamus, we got some visitors, Adams here wants to interview the 0 and 2 O'Connor Boys."

The crowd is now heard chanting "0 and 2" Seamus cocks his head to the side listening to the crowd's chant.

Adams : "Are you two ready for your upcoming match?"

Seamus: "Well if we ain't it is a bad time to not be ready, because the damn thing is here."

Sean has now finished wrapping his fists and wrists in tape. Seamus and Sean meet at the pan full of broken light bulb glass. They press the taped portions of their hands into the shards of glass and roll them around in the glass.

Adams : "You guys are absolutely crazy, why in the hell are you doing that?"

Sean: "Simple my man, pain, when we hit those two piles of smelly shit, it'll cut them to shreds."

Seamus: "We put the sticky side of the tape outwards, you dumbass, so the glass will stick to the tape."

Sean: "Now, it is time for our appearance, Seamus, get the weapons, I'll get the other surprise."

Adams is rushed out the locker room door and it is slammed as soon as his body is out of the room.

Adams : "Back to you guys in the arena, these guys are crazy."  

SINGLES MATCH

Alex Wilkie vs. Fire

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

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 250lbs, born in Cold Lake , Alberta Canada and now residing in Seattle , Washington , here is “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…  

Eric Emerson: And his opponent….from Hollywood , California , accompanied to the ring by Chamelion, she is known as the fiery vixen.. here is FIRE!!!  

This Fire by Franz Ferdinand starts up and the fans boo loudly as Fire and Chamelion appear on stage.  They smirk at the reception from the fans, turn and share a steamy kiss, which illicit even a louder reaction.  Hand in hand, the couple make their way to the ring.  Chamelion hops up onto the ring apron and splits the ropes, allowing Fire to step through. She waves an acknowledgment to the fans, while Chamelion taunts Wilkie, who would like nothing better then to knock the Devious one’s head off.  The ref orders Chamelion out, and he takes the metal stairs down to the floor.  The ref then turns and calls for the bell to begin.  

DING! DING! DING!

Right away the two lock up, and Wilkie takes control. He maneuvers himself behind Fire and then trips her up, taking her head first to the canvas.  Jumping up, Wilkie starts stomping on her. He looks over at Chamelion and bad mouths him for all he’s done.  Chamelion just grins and points behind Wilkie, and when he turns back around he gets a bulldog lariat form Fire.

Rentfro : That's what happens when you take your mind off the match.

McDaniel: He shouldn't be worried about Chamelion, He needs to focus on Fire.

Wilkie jumps back to his feet and gets taken down with an arm drag, he rises and back down again with another arm drag.  Before he can rise, Fire drops an elbow to the throat and goes for the cover.

1.

2.

Wilkie kicks out and Fire quickly goes to the top rope and attempts a top rope clothesline but Wilkie ducks and she hits nothing but the canvas. Wilkie takes the advantage and puts her in a reverse figure four. Fire struggles, the pain on her face clear.

Rentfro:  Wilkie isn’t holding anything back here!!

McDaniel:  With what Fire did to him, can you blame him!?

Chamelion jumps up on the apron, causing Wilkie to break the hold.  Wilkie goes for Chamelion and Fire grabs him form behind and gives him a fast release German suplex. They are both out with that move. Wilkie, however, slowly gets up before Fire. He walks over to her and gives her an elbow drop. He stands back up and gives her a leg drop. He goes for a pin.

1.

2.

2 1/2

Shoulder up!

McDaniel: It looked like Wilkie had the match won with that pin.

Wilkie gets pissed and is looking to end the match quick. He signals for the Grade ‘A’ Stunner. He grabs Fire and goes for it and Chamelion jumps up on the apron again. The ref tells him to get down. Wilkie lets Fire fall to the ground and starts yelling at the ref to get Chamelion off the apron. Chamelion gets down and when he turns around Fire kicks him in the gut and gives him a swinging neck breaker. She picks him up and whips him to the ropes and gives him sidewalk slam. She picks him up again and throws him in the corner and with the last bit of his energy he reverses but he falls to the ground. Fire hits the turnbuckle and lays against it, catching her breath. Wilkie runs at her and jumps to do a flying body press but she moves and he hits the top of the ring post. He staggers back and turns woozily into Fire’s Scorching Soles!  He falls hard to the canvas and she covers!

1.

2.

3!

Immediately Chamelion slides into the ring and embraces Fire, holding her hand up!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, FIRE!!

Rentfro: Yeah, the hot babe wins!

McDaniel: With more then a little help from Chamelion, AGAIN!

Rentfro: Hey, it’s not his fault that Wilkie kept getting distracted!!

McDaniel: In a way it is!! Whoa look!

The crowd explodes as Psycho Sandra jumps over the railing from the crowd and dives into the ring.  She shoves Fire to the canvas and pulls Chamelion around!  Chamelion blinks in shock and actually cowers a bit expecting to get Lobotomized!  Instead, Sandra grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him into a steaming kiss!!

Rentfro: WHAT THE!?

McDaniel: TOTALLY Unexpected!!!

Sandra backs away, looking angry but at the same time sad.  Fire jumps up and spins Sandra around and goes to slap her, but Sandra blocks it and slaps her back!  Finally back to his senses, Chamelion gets between the two women, separating them! He pulls Fire out of the ring, ignoring her shouting at him for letting Sandra kiss him, instead staring confused as Sandra just stands there.

Rentfro: I don’t get it, what is this about!?

McDaniel: It seems Sandra is digging her heels in to fight for Chamelion!!

Rentfro: Wow, lucky man!!

McDaniel: I wouldn’t necessarily say that!!!

Chamelion escorts Fire up the ramp, trying to calm her, as Sandra just paces the ring, her eyes mixed with rage and tears. 

Rentfro: Hmm, I wonder what’s going on.

McDaniel: I’m sure in time, we’ll find out!  We have to move on though, to a grudge match between Riona and Corey!

SINGLES MATCH

Corey Lazarus vs. Riona Langly

The cameras cut to the ramp, and Nightwish's "Planet Hell" cues up over the PA system. The lights dim, and the vocals kick in as Riona Langly steps out from behind the apron, limping slightly with bandages around her arm and midsection. The Grizzly Beer title hangs over her shoulder, and her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 142 pounds, and standing at 5 feet, 9 inches tall...

Riona lifts the Grizzly Beer title high up over her head, pointing to it quickly before wincing and lowering her arm back down to around her ribs. Langly drops the Grizzly Beer belt back to her shoulder, and then begins walking down the ramp.

Eric Emerson: ...hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, she is the current PWA Grizzly Beer champion...

Riona reaches the ring, and then slides in, using the ropes to pull herself to her feet. She climbs to the middle turnbuckle, holding the Grizzly Beer title out to her side, peering her eyes into the crowd.

Eric Emerson: ...RIONA LANGLY!!

"Planet Hell" fades out, and is replaced by an old-fashioned film countdown on the ADC-Tron.

Eric Emerson: And introducing next, he weighs in tonight at 230 pounds, and stands at 6-foot-1...

Corey casually strolls down the entrance ramp, pointing out into the crowd at pro-Lazarus signs scattered all throughout the arena. He walks over and slaps a few high-five's with front row fans, specifically the more attractive ladies, and then walks up the ringsteps.

Eric Emerson: ...hailing from Hollywood, California, he is the PWA World champion...

Lazarus steps into the ring, and then walks right into the middle, his hands on his hips. The music dies down for a moment, echoing throughout the rafters, as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a fist placed on the mat. The music comes back in a few seconds later, a faster pace now, and Corey jumps to his feet, spinning around in a circle with his arms out to his sides.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

Corey unbuttons the World title from his waist, and then holds it high above his head as he backs into his corner across from Riona. The referee stands in the middle, making sure that both are ready to go. Riona and Corey both nod as they hand their respective title belts to ringside attendants, and the referee signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Rentfro: And don't forget that Lex Demise did a number on Corey, too, before Laz got lucky and won the Casket Match, so, luckily for Riona, HE'S not at a hundred percent either.

McDaniel: Very true. A tie up, Riona with the go-behind. Standing switch by Lazarus and he locks her in a hammerlock. Riona with a back elbow and a hammerlock of her own. Corey down to a knee now as Riona wrenches it in a little tighter...and he tells the referee that he's not giving up anytime soon.

Corey reaches underneath his legs with his free arm and grabs Riona's ankle. He trips her up and then quickly turns around, locking her in a standing anklelock. Riona rolls to her side to alleviate the pressure, and then kicks at Corey to try to break the hold. Lazarus breaks the hold and backs away, his eyes focused on her as she rises back to her feet. As the fans applaud.

Rentfro: Why are these fans applauding? It's not like nobody else can do a hammerlock or a leglock, or whatever it is that Corey just locked her in.

McDaniel: Because these fans know that neither Corey nor Riona are up to their normal standard of health, and to see them still showing how good they are on the mat is worthy of an applause.

Riona gets up, and her and Corey tie up again. Lazarus drops to a knee and takes Langly down with a fireman's carry, looking for a chinlock but Riona turns out of it, catching Corey with a kneeling armbar. Riona digs her elbow into Corey's shoulder, and he slaps it, trying to keep the feeling it it.

McDaniel: Riona with the advantage now as Corey is locked in the armbar...both up to their feet. Riona with a knife-edge chop!

Fans: WHOOOO!!!

McDaniel: And Corey doesn't like that and nails her back with one of his own!

Fans: WHOOOO!!!

Rentfro: What kind of a man hits a woman?!

McDaniel: Oh, shut up!

Corey cartwheels out of the armbar, and then nails a kick to Riona's ribs before whipping her into the ropes. Langly rebounds and ducks a back elbow attempt, hitting the opposite set of ropes.

McDaniel: Riona with a crossbody block...and Lazarus rolls through!

Rentfro: Ha! Riona reverses the fallaway slam attempt with a crucifix!

1! 

2! 

Corey gets a shoulder up, and Riona drops a pair of knees to his face. She brings him to his feet, nails him with a knife-edge chop...

Fans: WHOOOO!!!

...and then whips him into the corner.

McDaniel: Riona follows in with a high knee! Bulldog attempt...NO!

Corey holds on to Riona's waist, and then nails her with a big backdrop suplex. Riona rolls backwards after landing on the back of her head, sitting against the bottom turnbuckle pad, clutching her neck.

Rentfro: He could have just broken Riona's neck!!

McDaniel: I would give Riona a little more credit than that, Bria...WHAT IS THIS?!

Matthew Engel, Graham Cain, Dead End, and Orochi come storming down the rampway. Darren Ridel appears at the top, but doesn't make his way to the ring. He simply observes. Matthew Engel is in first and hits a huge dropkick on Corey Lazarus. Cain and Dead End take Riona down, smashing their boots into her skull and chest. Orochi looks on in the ring, making sure everything is going to plan. The ref calls it.

DING DING DING!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen... this match has been called a NO CONTEST due to a double disqualifcation!

Rentfro: Oh come on! This was supposed to be a great match!

McDaniel: Yet it has been ruined by the MoA.

Rentfro: Well, you can't say they didn't deserve it.

McDaniel: What?

Rentfro: They've been giving Matt lip all week!

Matthew smashes his fists into Corey's face and stomach. Matt lifts Corey over his shoulder, holding onto his legs with one arm as he wraps his other arm around Corey's head. In a split second, Engel throws Corey's legs off of his shoulder and spins them around, he himself spinning to the side and falling to the mat, driving Corey face-first to the mat.

Rentfro: Sons of Plunder!

McDaniel: My God... Corey looks knocked out!

Riona is set on the top rope and Cain and Dead End both climb up to the middle rope. They hit a perfect superplex on Riona, who crashes to the mat. She's lying there next to Corey, both of them bleeding. Matt signals for a microphone.

Matthew Engel: "See...I really didn't want to do this, Riona. But, you pushed me. You questioned my decision, and I can't tolerate that. If you had just kept your mouth shut, Darren wouldn't have felt it was necessary to involve you in this. But, examples need to be made."

Matt dishes out another kick to Corey's ribs.

Matthew Engel: "We aren't dead. We're far from it, and well you might look down on the tactics we've used tonight, we felt they were necessary. As the saying goes, action speaks louder than words. We're proving that right here, right now. You want to wage a war with us? You go right ahead, Corey. Go right ahead. You too, Riona. I guarantee you it will be a war you both won't see the end of..."

Riona stirs a bit, but Dead End is on it as he slams his boot down on her chest.

Matthew Engel: "We are the future and the elite, ladies and gentlemen. You can either get out of our way, or you can end up like these two wasted talents right here. The choice is yours."

Matt throws the mic away, and goes down to one knee. He leans in towards Corey and whispers something in his ear. He gets back up to his feet, and signals for the group to leave. Cain, Dead End, Orochi, and Matthew Engel all leave the ring and head up the rampway. Darren has a pleasant look on his face.

McDaniel: This just isn't right... I don't know why our new President would let them get away with this.

Rentfro: I'm not quite sure that he cares at the moment... he's got a lot of stuff to deal with, settling in and all.

McDaniel: Let's take a quick break.

"HEADLINING JAXX, SAT. MAY 31st!"

The Hollows of, Virginia
United States

Tickets $10 / $12 @ The Door.

TAG-TEAM MATCH

The Deadpool vs. Matthew Engel & Chamelion

Relax, close your eyes, take the quick break.  

FEUD ENDING MATCH

Project X vs. Enika Engel

Rentfro: Coming up next is one of my favorite ladies in the PWA, the very exotic...

McDaniel: Shut up Brian, just shut up.

Rentfro: You can't tell me to shut up.

McDaniel: No, but Raizzor might, since he is the new boss here.

Rentfro: Good point.

McDaniel: Fans, we are in store for a great match here. It is a Feud Ender pitting Enika Engel against the much larger Project X.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall and is to settle the feud once and for all between Enika Engel and Project X. Introducing first...

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. 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" insignia 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,

### 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 Huntington , West Virginia - she is The FIREFLY.... ENIKAAA... ENGGGELLLL!!!!"

She was a little disappointed that she didn't at least get her height and weight called in, but it was no matter...

### Could you shine your light?###
### Now I learn your ways, 'cause they're just like mine. ###

She quickly makes her way from the bottom of the ramp, to the ring apron itself...

### Now I'm justified, ###
### As I Fall In Line ###

Which leads to her non-chalantly lifting herself up and rolling under the bottom rope, before springing back to her feet via kip-up.

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

She goes to the bottom set of ropes, and leans over, pointing to a few of her friends in the front row - giving them and the camera man a bright, white,
gorgeous smile. She soon retreats to her corner and awaits the ringing of the bell.

Eric Emerson: And her opponent...

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 choke slamming 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.

DING!

McDaniel: These two have been at war for a long time Brian.

Rentfro: Yeah, yeah, did you see Enika's shorts?

McDaniel: Do I need to find someone else to do your job?

Rentfro: Nope, I can handle it. Project X wants to lock up with the much smaller Enika in the middle of the ring. See, I can call the match.

McDaniel: Just make sure you do.

Enika rushes Project X in a blind rage, trying to do some damage but Project X merely lifts his boot and she runs full steam into it. She pops right back up and charges in again, eating a clothesline this time. Up again and this time she goes down from an elbow. She spins onto her knee and dabs at her lip that has been slightly bloodied. Project X laughs at her and taunts.

McDaniel: This match will be over very quickly if that’s going to be Enika’s strategy!

Project X continues to taunt and jokingly offers a test of strength with Enika. And is shocked to see her nod and accept. When Project X bends down to lock fingers with Enika, she swiftly kicks him in the left kneecap. Immediately Project X drops to the mat, now at Enika's height.

McDaniel: Smart move by Enika, to bring the much larger man down, if you take out his size, it is a pretty even match up.

Rentfro: She is going to have to rely on her heart and determination to win this match up; not to mention the speed and agility.

Enika bounces off the ropes, hitting Project X with a running dropkick to his face. Project X reels backwards, but does not go down. Enika runs repeating the move PX finally falls backwards. Enika goes for a quick cover.

1!...

Project X bench presses Enika through the ropes behind his head.

McDaniel: Much, much too early to go for a pin, make the match last longer to wear down the big man's stamina.

Rentfro: She was probably trying to catch him off guard.

Enika is stunned on the outside as she picks herself up, staring back into the ring. Project X is up and heads to the ropes as Enika jumps up onto the apron. She tries to shoulder block Project X, but he merely laughs at her attempt. Grabbing her sides, he lifts her up and over the ropes connecting with a toss across the ring.

Rentfro: What a power move, Project X has control and has slowed the match to his mechanical pace.

McDaniel: If Enika has a chance, she must keep up the fast paced action.

Project X walks over to Enika, lifting her up again into a gorilla press slam. Enika is dropped hard onto her front. Project X rolls her over with his boot. He places his boot on her chest.

1!...


2!...


Enika grabs the big man's ankle and twists it ferociously.

McDaniel: Project X is a little too cocky in there for my liking. Especially with the history between these two!

Rentfro: Maybe tagging with The Phoenix in recent weeks has rubbed off on him.

Project X falls to the mat, but is too close to the corner and hits his head on the top turnbuckle. He bounces back with his knee catching Enika in the throat, knocking the wind out of her. PX lands on top of Enika.


1!...


2!...


Thr...


No! Enika's right foot barely makes it to the ropes before the three count. Project X gets up a little stunned, but realizing he nearly had the match won early gets furious with the ref's slow count. He chases the ref into the corner arguing with him, giving Enika time to recoup and gain her bearings.

Rentfro: Project X does have a point, that count was a little slow... I think it’s the same ref from the Who’s the Man!? final!

McDaniel: If it was or wasn't, Project X is making a huge mistake by not continuing the assault.

The ref is looking up into Project X's face and does not see the low blow that Enika hits on Project X. He grabs himself, closing his eyes in pain. Enika pushes on the back of PX's knees causing him to buckle, she thrusts her right arm between his legs as he falls rolling him up for a pin.

1!


2!


Thr...


Shoulder up!

Rentfro: She won, she won!

McDaniel: No, the ref is saying that Project X got his shoulder up at the last second!

Rentfro: I thought that was three.

Enika is obviously frustrated, but continues her assault on Project X. Project X is laying on the mat stunned as Enika climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits PX with a knee to the gut. The wind is knocked out of him. Enika goes for the cover again.

1!...


2!...


Project X again throws Enika off of him. This time he gets to his feet, stalking towards Enika. He is all business now.

McDaniel: Another pin in a matter of 30 seconds.

Rentfro: Project X was maybe taking this match a little lightly, but he’s as serious as a heart attack now!

PX bends down, and grabs Enika by the hair, dragging her to her feet. He grabs her throat and hits the Probe in the middle of the ring. He then hits the ropes and drops a leg drop for good measure.


1!...



2!...



Thre...


No! Enika somehow kicks out of the Probe Leg drop combo. Project X is in disbelief now and building into a festering rage. He slams his fist into Enika's stomach, doubling her on the mat.

McDaniel: I thought surely it was over there.

Rentfro: Never count out an Engel.

Project X scratches his head, thinking what else he could possibly do within the limit of the rules when his eyes suddenly meet with the top rope. He climbs out onto the apron and scales the turnbuckles one by one until he is looking down on Enika. With a heave, he launches himself through the air, looking for the Crash Landing leg drop but Enika moves at the last possible moment, leading to a very loud impact as Project X crashes into the canvas.

Rentfro: Project X just Crash Landed on nothing but mat!

McDaniel: Very observant. I had no idea.

Rentfro: Glad I could help.

Project X grabs the knee that Enika had kicked earlier in the match. Enika sensing weakness bounces off the opposite ropes, and connects with a dropkick to the injured knee of Project X. PX reaches up to try and prevent Enika from hitting another move but is caught by a spinning roundhouse kick to his temple. Enika begins to stomp away at the injured knee. She removes the padding there. Now with nothing to soften the kicks, she stomps at the exposed kneecap.

Rentfro: Enika is like a shark who has smelled blood, and is working over that kneecap!

McDaniel: She has a tendency to single out one body part and attack relentlessly.

Enika does her best and somehow manages to drag Project X into centre ring and apply a figure four leg-lock. Project X howls and screams in the pain, but his much longer arms allow him to reach the ropes effortlessly. Enika breaks the hold immediately and continues the assault on the knee.

McDaniel: Tremendous ring presence by the older veteran Project X.

Rentfro: Yes, but Enika is going to use the ropes to her advantage as well.

Enika wraps PX's leg around the bottom rope. She leaps into the air and bounces down on the leg. The ref warns Enika and she backs off for a short time. Enika heads back to the attack, but PX grabs the front of Enika's shirt.

Rentfro: Rip it off, hell yeah!

McDaniel: That is quite enough, one more outburst and I'll get someone out here.

Rentfro: Can you blame me, I mean, Enika is really good looking.

McDaniel: Well... Um...

Rentfro: Exactly.

Project X pulls Enika into the corner, her head bounces off the top of the metal ring post. She bounces back, blood running from her forehead. Throwing her hand to her face to wipe away the blood, she turns around, with her back to Project X. Sensing weakness and a possible victory, Project X shakily gets to his feet, leaning on the ropes for support. Enika turns around and is hit by the Probe.

McDaniel: The Probe! It is only the matter of the pinfall now!

Rentfro: Usually, yes, but she kicked out of one earlier. Project X didn't get much on that one here either, because of his weakened leg.

Project X stands back up with the help of the ropes and glares at Enika. He wills himself forward and staggers over to pick her up. He gives the finger to the crowd and hits the Crop Circle on Enika in the middle of the ring to a wave of boo’s.

Rentfro: Damn, both the Crop Circle and the Probe, she is finished for sure.

McDaniel: She may be, but Project X isn't! He is climbing to the top rope for his Crash Landing.

Project X makes the top rope with a struggle and dives, this time connecting with the Crash Landing. He pulls his leg off of her throat and makes the cover.

Rentfro: Stick a fork in her, she’s done!

1!


2!


Thre...


Project X yanks her head off the mat and laughs.

McDaniel: Oh come on!

Rentfro: Project X had the match won but he promised he was going to end Enika’s career for good this time, and it looks like that’s what he has in mind!

The ref demands an explanation from Project X but he shouts something back at him that rhymes with “Duck yourself!” and shoves the ref aside. Project X looks up at the rafters and whistles for something. Pretty soon, a harness becomes visible, descending down towards the ring.

McDaniel: Oh no! Not again!

Rentfro: Not even I want to see this. Somebody do something!

McDaniel: Who’s controlling that thing!?

The harness reaches Project X and he begins to strap himself in as the ref protests with every ounce of breath in his lungs.

McDaniel: I don’t think Project X will be happy until he kills her!

Once he is strapped in safely, he swats the ref aside and grabs an already beaten Enika Engel and locks her into a throat grip. They begin to ascend together when a huge pop can be heard from the crowd.

Rentfro: It’s the World champion!

McDaniel: Thank God! Corey Lazarus is out to make amends for costing Enika the match at High Stakes and save her from the monster Project X!

Lazarus slides into the ring and just manages to make it in time to grab Project X by the foot as he continues to rise. Project X and Enika continue to climb higher with Lazarus hanging on. Lazarus attempts to climb up Project X’s leg but PX uses his free leg to put kicks into the World champion’s head. After a succession of quick kicks, Corey is forced to let go and drops back down to the ring, out of range.

McDaniel: Damn it! There’s no stopping him now!

Lazarus is furious and curses up a storm, shouting up warnings to Project X as he continues to rise.

10 FEET...


15 FEET...


Rentfro: 30 foot was the magic number that he dropped Enika from the last time!

Lazarus has one last desperation move in mind. He runs and jumps onto the top turnbuckle and springboards himself upwards towards Project X and successfully hooks himself onto the back of the big man, around his neck. He begins to choke Project X out. They come to a stop at 15 feet above the ring.

McDaniel: YES!!!

Rentfro: Lazarus has to be careful, if he chokes Project X out, then Enika drops!

Project X struggles against the choke but maintains his grip on Enika’s throat. Improvising, Project X throws a couple of backwards head butts at Lazarus and both connect right on the nose. Lazarus loses his grip and falls 15 feet back down to the ring but controls his landing and takes a minimum of the impact. The Lazarus distraction bought Enika enough time to recover however, and she pulls an electric taser out of her attire and zaps Project X with it. Project X goes limp and releases his grip. Enika manages to catch hold of PX’s shoulders just in time before she falls.

Rentfro: She must have brought that taser into the match as a contingency!

McDaniel: Come on Enika! You can do this!

Enika shakes off her grogginess and pulls herself up, planting her knees into Project X’s chest. Once she has secured her position she begins to unbuckle the harness as Corey Lazarus shouts his support. With a tug the harness comes undone and they both begin to plummet. Enika proportions the weight so Project X falls underneath and she extends her legs so her feet are in his chest.


15 FEET...


10 FEET...


5 FEET...


CRASH!!!


The impact is deafening as Enika drives Project X into the mat with a double foot stomp from 15 feet up!!! The ring buckles but just about manages to stay in one piece.

Rentfro: A knockout blow!!!

McDaniel: This match is still going folks! The ref hasn’t stopped anything! Cover him Enika!!!

Enika rolls in pain as she jammed her knees a bit on impact, but she sucks it up and crawls towards the comatose PX, dropping an arm across his chest.

1!...

2!...

Thre... No!!!


Shoulder up!!!


Rentfro: This man is like the Terminator or something! He just can’t be stopped!

McDaniel: She was so close!

Lazarus who had slid to the outside is throwing a fit. He rushes over to the time keepers table and grabs the ring bell. He slides it into the ring and hops up to the apron, grabbing the ref’s attention.

McDaniel: Lazarus is giving Enika the extra advantage she needs to finish this mess once and for all!

Enika grabs the ring bell and gets to her feet. Her face turns a rage filled red as she screams at Project X to get the fuck up! It is a slow process, but Project X shakes off the cob webs and begins to stagger to his feet. She takes aim, lines up the shot and charges in, but as she does so, Project X extends his arm and seizes her by the throat. She drops the ring bell beneath her and Project X hoists her into the air, Probing her head first onto the ring bell with an almighty DING!!! Project X knocks the ring bell aside and makes the cover.

McDaniel: No! Not like this!

The ref turns around at the sound of the bell impact but only sees Project X covering Enika. He breaks off from Corey and slides into position quickly as he can.

1!...


2!...

Corey runs in...

3!


McDaniel: Project X takes the win, the dirty bastard!

Rentfro: But a great, valiant effort from Enika Engel!

Project X quickly gets to his feet after the cover and ducks his head just in time to back body drop a stampeding Corey Lazarus down to the mat. Corey pops right back up and charges in even faster and harder, carried away in the moment. Project X thinking on his feet, grabs the taser that Enika dropped and zaps Corey Lazarus right in the temple as he comes in for a spear. The spear still connects, but it is a limp body that comes down on Project X.

Rentfro: He just zapped the World champion!

McDaniel: Why can’t he just wrestle a straight up match for a change!?

Project X rolls Corey Lazarus off of him and drags him to the outside. He sticks him in between his legs and power bombs him through the announce table. McDaniel is furious and squares up to Project X.

McDaniel: You’ve done enough damage, just go home!

Rentfro: Easy Jon!

Project X laughs at McDaniel and re-enters the ring where a couple of medics are seeing to head injuries sustained by Enika on the ring bell. He kicks the medics aside and forces Enika back onto her feet, kicking the ring bell into place in centre ring. He hoists her up and...

DING!!!

...another Probe onto the ring bell. Blood spurts from the back of Enika’s head on impact and she starts to spasm.

McDaniel: This woman needs medical attention!

It is raining rubbish in the ring as the fans show their disapproval. Project X simply spreads his arms apart as if to bask in the moment, only inciting them further. He gives them the finger again before picking a bloodied Enika back up and once again hoisting her up into the air by the throat...

McDaniel: Stop this maniac!!!

DING!!!

Enika doesn’t even move. Blood is flowing like water out of her head and she is completely out cold. Project X steps over the top rope and leaves to the outside.

McDaniel: Good, get out of here! Maybe now we can get Enika the attention she needs!

Project X begins to walk up the ramp as a horde of medics, security and referee’s charge past him. He comes to a stop.

Rentfro: Uh oh!

McDaniel: Just keep walking!

Project X turns back to the ring and looks under the apron where he pulls out a length of barbed wire.

McDaniel: This is too much! Hopefully the security can stop him now!

Project X enters the ring with the length of barbed wire as a horde of security rush him but one by one they fall at the hands of Project X. The refs cower and flee, leaving Project X with Enika once again.

Rentfro: I’m hearing that the rest of our security team is tied up preventing a full on assault on the ring by some of the other roster members, trying to get at Project X! There’s no one else coming!

McDaniel: I say let them come! Damn the consequences! Let the Engel’s and whoever else is back there, come and rip this son of a bitch apart!

Project X ties a noose around Enika’s neck with the barbed wire and forces her to her feet but she is only standing because he is holding her. Project X then runs and launches her over the top rope, holding the other end of the barbed wire, causing Enika to hang. The barbs dig deep into the flesh on the neck of Enika but she doesn’t even respond in her present condition.

McDaniel: Screw the help! Get the police, this has gone far beyond a wrestling match!

The crowd cheer suddenly as up from behind comes Corey Lazarus. He jams the taser into Project X’s spine and he writhes onto the mat. He keeps it up and keeps shocking Project X.

McDaniel: Yes! Yes! Yes!

Corey Lazarus rips Project X’s mask off and jams the taser right into his mouth, keeping his finger on the button. Project X writhes in complete agony as volt after volt passes through his body. He then breaks off the shock therapy, but only to check on the condition of Enika. Lazarus looks concerned and waves for the medics to return to the ring. With the distraction of Enika’s condition, Project X is given enough time to come to. He grabs his mask, rolls out of the ring and escapes into the crowd, his mouth badly burnt from excessive use of the taser. The crowd turn on him and shove him back and forth but none daring to challenge an athlete his size any further than that.

McDaniel: That son of a bitch gets off lightly for now, but this isn’t the last of this!

Rentfro: No, but it may be the last of Enika. I think Project X unfortunately lived up to his promise tonight.

McDaniel: Folks, we will keep you up to date on Enika Engel’s condition every step of the way. She managed to come back once from serious injury, we are praying that she can do it a second time.

Enika is loaded onto a stretcher and taken towards the back with Corey Lazarus by her side. The fans applaud the stretcher as it goes by but there is no response from Enika as she disappears behind the curtain.

Eric Emerson: ...Um... the winner of the match by pinfall... Project X...

Crowd: BOO!

McDaniel: I can't believe they let that monster get away with all this!

Rentfro: You heard Raizzor earlier, the superstars were now responsible for their own issues.  But I wonder if Project X will find himself working for free for a few months!

McDaniel: That is the least that Raizzor can do to punish that son of a bitch!

Rentfro: Now Jon!  If you thought the previous match was gruesome, the next contest is sure to elevate gore to a new level!  The animosity growing between McNasty and Robinson came to a head a few weeks ago on PWA Radio when McNasty sucker punched Robinson, laying him out on the floor!

McDaniel: And now it comes down to this, a Battle-Dome match!! Once headlining it's own PPV, this major attraction is the center stage of the end of the road for these two men! No titles, no contenderships, just good old fashioned glory to the winner! Now, as the Dome is being prepped, we're told something big is going on back stage.

BATTLE-DOME MATCH

The Phoenix vs. Mark McNasty

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is our MAIN EVENT! And is to take place, in the BATTLE DOME! The rules are simple. The two combatants will be lowered into the Battle Dome, which is 20 feet above the ring, in harnesses. When the bell rings, they will be dropped inside, and the first to throw their opponent out, and to the ground below, wins.

McDaniel: Folks, I’m almost scared for McNasty and Robinson. This match never ends well.

Rentfro: I see everything in the cage from kendo sticks, to a ball bat, to a pool cue…hell, everything but the kitchen sink.

McDaniel: Well, actually…it may not be from a kitchen, but two chains are holding up a sink in one of the corners up there.

Rentfro: wow…

“Whatever You Became” by “Cold begins to play, as a spotlight shines horizontally above the battledome. As the song continues, we see Mark McNasty being lowered out of the rafters.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, Hailing from Atlanta Georgia , he is “Big Nasty”, MARK MCNASTY!

McNasty is lowered to five feet above the floor of the cage, and the harness stops. The fans give McNasty a great pop as he is coming down. Finally, the music goes quiet.

Eric Emerson: And, introducing his opponent, he hails from Orlando , Florida , THE PHOENIX!

We hear, “IT’S THE FINAL, COUNT-DOWN!”

The fans give a loud mix of cheers and boos…but mostly boos, as the Phoenix is lowered out of the rafters. The spotlight from before is now fixed on Phoenix , and he is holding out his arms, as if to suck in the boos. Phoenix stops five feet above the floor of the cage as well.

McDaniel: Now we play the waiting game.

As the music stops, we see both men staring at the other. Phoenix looks calm and cocky as he sports a small grin. But on the other side of the cage, McNasty looks angry, intense, and focused. His eyes are locked on Phoenix .

DING! DING! DING!

The harnesses snap, and both men drop. Phoenix lands on his hands and feet like a cat, while McNasty lands in a standing position. McNasty charges straight for Phoenix . Phoenix , still on the ground, spins backwards, and kicks up; he nails McNasty in the gut with an upward mule kick. McNasty bends over as Phoenix reaches up, and grabs McNasty around the neck. Phoenix then jumps up, and connects with a quick swinging neck breaker. The steel sounds unpleasant as the men land on it.

Rentfro: Bad start for McNasty.

McDaniel: Well, while Phoenix is the quicker of the two, i just wonder what will happen if McNasty does get a hold of Phoenix .

Rentfro: Key word “if“.

Phoenix springs back to his feet, as McNasty sits back up almost instantly. Phoenix quickly takes a few steps back, before running forward, and nailing a dropkick that slams McNasty’s upper half down between his legs into the cage floor. As McNasty sits back up, a results of the whiplash like move, we see Phoenix running at him from the side. McNasty turns just in time to see Phoenix goes for a summersault leg drop. Thinking almost off instinct, McNasty rolls to the side. Phoenix lands on the steel links with a thud, and a groan from the audience as he puts a hand on his posterior.

McDaniel: Swing and a miss from Phoenix .

McNasty wastes no time getting to his feet, as Phoenix is on a knee, and looks to have minor discomfort from having just slammed his ass into the steel. However, McNasty wastes no time walking over to Phoenix , and nailing him in the chest with a sidekick. Phoenix slams back to the steel on his back, and a look of surprise is on his face.

Rentfro: GEZ-US! McNasty almost put a hole through Phoenix with that kick.

McDaniel: I think its safe to say McNasty isn’t playing around.

A red boot-print is starting to form on Robs chest. Meanwhile, McNasty wastes no time running over to Phoenix . McNasty quickly grabs a hold of the left leg of Phoenix . Phoenix kicks at McNasty with the other leg, but McNasty manages to dodge it. McNasty then holds Phoenix's leg straight up, and punts him in the back of the knee. Phoenix grunts as he again tries to kick at McNasty. This time, he clips McNasty on the elbow, but McNasty manages to ignore it long enough to repeat the previous move. At this point, Phoenix uses some energy to do a sit up; leg still being held up by McNasty. Phoenix puts an arm around his own leg to brace himself, before punching McNasty dead on in the right knee cap. McNasty’s eyes water as he is forced to let go of phoenix’s leg. McNasty takes a step back, and when he goes to put pressure on his right leg, it buckles. McNasty stumbles, and falls on his butt.

McDaniel: Both men trying to take out the legs of the other.

Phoenix has his eyes closed tightly, as he grits his teeth. He looks to be holding his left leg in the air, and is kicking at the air; possibly trying to get his knee back in joint. McNasty is a few feet away, also gritting his teeth as he tries to put pressure on his right leg. McNasty has to ease onto it, but he manages to get his right leg under him, and McNasty stands. Phoenix has rolled onto his stomach, and is pushing himself up. When Phoenix gets onto all fours, he tests his leg, and seems able to stand.

Rentfro: And just like that, both are up.

McDaniel: But we both know they could go down again just like that.

Phoenix sees McNasty is back up, and looks behind him. Phoenix has within reach a ball bat, a stop sign, and a trashcan on the wall behind him. He pulls off the trash can, and flashes a cocky smile at McNasty. McNasty comes towards Phoenix , and Phoenix throws the trash can. McNasty quickly pulls back his right arm, and nails the can with a right hook. The force dents the can, and causes it to fly to the left. McNasty, while not smiling, looks content. That is until he notices the trash can was a distraction.

Rentfro: Phoenix has the stop sign!

McDaniel: AND HE…throws it like a Frisbee?

Phoenix winds up, and hurls the stop sign so it is flat. The stop sign flies at McNasty, and connects with his chest. The force of the hit sends McNasty stumbling back a few feet. This gives Phoenix enough time to run at McNasty, and dropkick him in the chest. McNasty falls to the cage floor. Phoenix gets up, runs away from McNasty, turns around in a quick little circle, comes back with all that force, and nails McNasty with a dropkick to the face! The crowd lets out an “OHHH!”

Rentfro: And after a quick slump, Phoenix is back in control.

McNasty is on his back with the trash can a few inches past his feet, and the stop sign on his left. Phoenix looks quite content as he smiles down at his work. He walks around for a second, taking the break to make sure his knee is ok. After a few seconds, he looks over at McNasty, and takes a running start. Phoenix then jumps up high in the air, and puts his leg out for a leg drop. As he is almost down though, McNasty sits back up Taker style, stop sign in his left hand. He has enough time to grab it with his other hand, and swing. The sign slams into Rob’s extended right leg, and knocks him sideways. Rob, now out of control in midair, falls sideways onto McNasty. The cage floor can be seen jerking violently from the crash, and both men sink for a second, and pop back up from the cage holding firm. McNasty puts his hands on the side of Phoenix's head and arm, and pushes him off. McNasty sits up, and stands. His left eye looks to be slightly swollen from when Phoenix drop kicked him in the face. McNasty bends over and puts two fingers in Phoenix's eye holes, and drags him to his feet. Phoenix quickly pushes McNasty off, before going for a roundhouse kick. But, McNasty leans back to avoid the kick. As Phoenix continues to spin from the momentum, McNasty grabs Phoenix as his back is to Mark. McNasty gets an arm around Phoenix's neck, and connects with the M&M reverse DDT!

McDaniel: And McNasty FINALLY gets in a good move.

Rentfro: Too little too late I say.

We can see down at the two men’s faces, and Phoenix's eyes are closed. He’s out of it. McNasty looks dazed, but manages to get to his feet. He walks over to where three chairs are hanging, and grabs one. McNasty then throws it over next to Phoenix , before getting another. McNasty looks at this one, before slamming it into the side of the cage once.

McDaniel: I guess he wants to test his new toy.

McNasty seems content, and walks back to the downed Phoenix . He bends next to Phoenix , and puts the first chair under his head. McNasty then stands back up, and holds the second chair up.

Rentfro: This won’t be pretty.

As McNasty swings, Phoenix's eyes shoot open. Phoenix rolls to the side, and McNasty slams the chair into the other chair. McNasty’s arms shake, as he drops the chair. Phoenix is in a crotch position, and he looks at McNasty, before pouncing at him. Phoenix gets an arm around McNasty’s waist, and the two hit the cage floor. Phoenix goes to throw a punch, but McNasty moves his head to the side, and Phoenix hits the cage floor. He holds his hand up as he lets out a grunt of discomfort. McNasty quickly retaliates though as he lunges his head forward, and nails Phoenix between the eyes with a head but. Phoenix is knocked backwards off McNasty, and McNasty sits up. McNasty leans onto his side to brace himself, and kicks at Phoenix again. McNasty connects with Phoenix's chest, and this knocks Phoenix onto his back. McNasty, looking to be in some discomfort, manages to get up onto a knee and foot. McNasty reaches out, and grabs Phoenix's legs again. This time, McNasty uses them to brace himself, as he stands. McNasty, still holding onto Phoenix's legs, holds the left leg straight up again, before putting the boot to the back of the knee. Phoenix actually groans, and we see where the kick from a second ago has now made it so Phoenix has two boot prints on his chest. McNasty doesn’t stop to let Phoenix breath though, as he again gives a brutal kick to the back of Phoenix's knee. The last kick seems to have finally snapped Phoenix out of his daze, as he pulls his legs in close. McNasty, still holding on, is pulled in too. Phoenix then pushes away with all his force. McNasty goes stumbling backwards, and slams into the cage wall. The force sends McNasty back towards Phoenix . Phoenix is ready though, as he gets his feet in McNasty’s gut, before nailing a monkey flip. McNasty crashes onto the cage floor, and puts his hand on his back, looking in extreme discomfort.

McDaniel: That’s not a good sign. That move couldn’t hurt a disk in McNasty’s back.

Phoenix rolls onto his stomach, and is quickly on a knee. He is looking towards McNasty, trying to be ready incase McNasty had been ready behind him somehow. Seeing McNasty down, Phoenix puts a hand down, and quickly takes a breath. After just a few seconds, Phoenix takes one more deep breath, and he stands. He limps over to the wall, and pulls down a kendo stick Phoenix has a smile that shows nothing but evil intentions as he limps over to McNasty. As soon as he is by McNasty, Phoenix swings. The kendo stick connects with a sick crack, as it smacks McNasty across the chest. McNasty covers his chest with his arms, as he jumps a little from the pain. Phoenix is relentless though, as he again swings. This gets an “OHHHH” from the audience. Phoenix puts his foot up, and nudges McNasty in the arm once, before swinging again. McNasty tries to roll away, but this causes the stick to catch him in the back of the head.

Rayne: I think this is the part where we say “Don’t Try This at Home.”

McNasty is holding the back of his head with one hand, and reaching around for anything with his other hand. As Phoenix smirks above McNasty, we see the kendo stick is splintering from the force of the last hit. McNasty’s hand finds the trash can from earlier. Phoenix swings the kendo stick again, but McNasty rolls out of the way. McNasty, now on his side, swings the can at Phoenix . McNasty nails Phoenix in the shins with the trash can, and Phoenix lets out a small yelp. McNasty pushes off of the cage floor so he is on his knees, and swings the can as hard as he can; he nails Phoenix in the side. This causes Phoenix to drop the kendo stick, and it actually slips through one of the holes in the cage.

McDaniel: Look out!

The stick falls, and hit’s the concrete right in front of the announcers table. A rather large piece breaks off, and flies right between the heads of the announcers.

Rentfro: Holy shit.

McDaniel: That makes me hope Raizzor didn’t cancel our company health insurance for any reason.

McNasty, still holding the trash can, pulls back, and swings one more time. He doesn’t have a lot of force behind it, but he clips Phoenix in the head. The can goes flying out of McNasty’s hand, but it looks like it was effective enough. Phoenix's knees give out under him, and Phoenix , now on all fours, is breathing heavy. McNasty is on his knees, and leaning back. As we look at McNasty, we can see two giant bloody knots on his chest where the kendo stick hit him. McNasty goes to wipe his hair out of his face, and as he puts his hand in his hair, it comes back bloody. He touches the back of his head, and winces.

Rentfro: Obviously, that last kendo stick shot did a number to the back of McNasty’s head.

McNasty is breathing heavy, as Phoenix stands up. His back is to McNasty, and we see a smirk suddenly appear on McNasty’s face.

McDaniel: Is he going to do what I think he is?

McNasty looks uncomfortable as he quickly stands, but he still manages to do it rather quickly. He only takes time to hold up an arm, getting a huge pop from the crowd; before he runs at Phoenix .

McDaniel: LIGHTS OUT!

Phoenix drops to his knees at the last second though, and McNasty stumbles past him.

Rentfro: DENIED!

McNasty looks SHOCKED as he turns Around. Phoenix punches him hard in the stomach once, before lifting him up, and nailing The Flame!

Rentfro: THE FLAME! PHOENIX BURNED MCNASTY WITH THE FLAME!

McNasty lays on the cage floor. The crowd is on their feet, going crazy for the action. In the cage, Phoenix holds up his arms, feeling triumphant. He looks down at McNasty, and we can see McNasty is slightly moving. He’s on his stomach, and tries pushing up with his hands, but he can’t get up. McNasty does manage to lift his head enough, to see Phoenix bending down towards him. Phoenix doesn’t reach for him though; he’s just making sure McNasty can see him.

McDaniel: What’s Phoenix doing here.

Rentfro: Looks like he’s…dusting his shoulder off.

Phoenix smirks under his mask, as he simply puts his hand on his shoulder, and dusts it off three times.

Rentfro: Phoenix flat out showing McNasty who the better man is.

Phoenix turns from McNasty and again throws his arms up. This is a mistake though. We can see McNasty grinding his teeth, and his eyes look like fire could shoot out of them. As McNasty lets out a loud scream, Phoenix turns. Phoenix has a look of shock on his face, as McNasty springs up off the cage floor, and tackles him to the cage floor. McNasty lands on top of Phoenix with his right knee next to Phoenix's left arm; and his left knee on Phoenix's right shoulder. McNasty takes his left hand, and slams it down around Phoenix's throat, before he begins pounding away at Phoenix's face with his right fist.

McDaniel: I think its safe to say McNasty got his second wind.

The crowd counts as McNasty slams his fist into Phoenix's face.

1!
2!
3!
4!
5!

Phoenix's nose is slightly crooked, and blood is gushing from it.

Rentfro: I’d be willing to bet its also safe to say Phoenix now has a broken nose.

McNasty winds up, and decks Phoenix with one more vicious punch. The force slams Phoenix's face into the cage floor, and as his head comes back, u can see an indenture from the cage in the visible part of his face. As McNasty lets go of Phoenix's throat, Phoenix tries to lift his head. But, you see his eyes rolls into the back of his head, as McNasty stands. He looks down at Phoenix , and kicks him in the ribs once. Phoenix doesn’t even groan. McNasty looks around the cage, and stops when he sets his eyes on the door.

McDaniel: Uh oh.

Rentfro: I think McNasty might be interesting in seeing if the Phoenix can fly

McNasty has a truly sick smile on his face. He walks over to the door, and unlatches it. McNasty then swings it open, and looks back at Phoenix . McNasty takes his time to hobble over to Phoenix , and once there, McNasty puts all his fingers in one eye hole of Phoenix's mask. McNasty yanks up, and the mask is a little distorted, as McNasty pulls Phoenix to his feet. Once on his feet, McNasty gets Phoenix over his shoulder, and starts walking towards the door. McNasty puts Phoenix down right in front of the door, and slaps him HARD. McNasty then puts his boot on Phoenix's midsection, and shoves once.

McDaniel: And that’s all they wrote folks…

Rentfro: Will you open your damn eyes you pansy!

McDaniel: Why?

Rentfro: LOOK!

Apparently the slap from McNasty was enough to bring the Phoenix back to consciousness. Phoenix is actually hanging onto the bottom of the door; dangling 20 feet above the ring.

McDaniel: Holy crap!

The screen splits, and on the left we see a reply. As McNasty’s boot is on Phoenix , his eyes open. As McNasty shoves, Phoenix lunges out, and manages to grab hold to the bottom of the door. We go back to single screen, and see Phoenix has start climbing the outside of the door! McNasty looks furious, as he reaches out, and grabs hold of the door with both hands. He then yanks in as hard as he can. The cage wall shakes as the door slams into it; but Phoenix holds on tight.

McDaniel: I think Mark was trying to shake Phoenix off there.

Having not worked, McNasty now does the opposite, he balances on his good leg, and uses the other to kick the door out as hard as possible. Phoenix , thinking fast, gets a leg out. When the door would slam into the adjacent cage wall, the force is dulled by Phoenix's foot. Phoenix does however take the opportunity to grab hold of the wall, and jump over to it from the door. McNasty looks pissed. But he quickly turns, and grabs a kendo stick off the cage. McNasty looks at Phoenix , and swings the cane. Phoenix manages to yank his hand out of the cage before the stick hits. McNasty doesn’t waste time though as he winds up, and swings for Phoenix's other hand. Phoenix has enough time to switch hands though. McNasty tries two more times, but with the same results.

McDaniel: Phoenix is just too fast for the hurting McNasty.

McNasty finally screams as he throws the kendo stick behind him. McNasty walks up to the cage and yanks a pool cue off. Phoenix hasn’t gotten very high as McNasty comes back and yells,

McNasty: PHOENIX!!!!

Phoenix looks down,

McNasty: EIGHT BALL, CORNER POCKET!!!

McNasty slams the pool cues tip through a hole in the cage, and nails him square in the groin.

Rentfro: TIMBER!

Phoenix is holding on by one hand. His face is bright red, His feet dangle, but he grunts as he pulls his other hand back up. McNasty tries sticking the cue through the cage again, but Phoenix manages to grab hold of it. Phoenix and McNasty go into a tug of war, but Phoenix finally grabs hold, and yanks as hard as he can. McNasty SLAMS into the cage wall, and it looks like his adrenaline is gone, as he stumbles a few feet back, and collapses. Phoenix , now apparently out of harms way, takes a second to readjust himself, and continues to climb. Phoenix finally reaches the top, and lifts a leg up, and over. He then lifts the other over, and sits on the top rail. Phoenix looks out to the people; and, almost jokingly, taps his elbow. The fans begin to scream, as Phoenix puts his other leg back over the top so he looks to be standing, and again taps his elbow. Now the fans are actually getting a little crazy. Phoenix props himself up in a full standing position, and leans towards McNasty, as he taps his elbow three times. The fans are going nuts! Phoenix looks down at the out McNasty. He then looks out one more time, and sighs.

McDaniel: He’s going to do it, isn’t he.

Phoenix puts a hand on the cage as he puts his leg back on the inside, and lines up his elbow towards McNasty.

Rentfro: I think so.

Phoenix holds his elbow up and slaps it one more time, before jumping off the top of the cage. As he comes down, Phoenix CRASHES into McNasty. But, the force is too much for the cage. The cage floor gives out as Phoenix slams into McNasty, and the two go THROUGH the bottom of the cage.

McDaniel - Rentfro: HOLY SHIT!

It seems almost like slow motion as the fans watch the two bodies fall towards the ring; spinning and circling in the air. In an instant its over though. The commotion isn’t though. When the two men hit the ring, they go through that too!

McDaniel: Dear god.

It takes a second, but the ring almost implodes, as the corners buckle, and the ring mat falls down towards the hole in the center of it.

Rentfro: Now that’s a freaking ending to a Battle Dome match.

McDaniel: But who won?

Rentfro: I don’t know.

A replay comes on and shows the fall in slow motion, then the ring breaking. After this, we go back to the announcers.

McDaniel: Well folks, I’m being told we have a winner. Lets go to Eric Emerson for the announcement.

Medical and ring staff are already around the ring, trying to dig out the two competitors. Emerson stands by one of the corner, on the outside of the ring.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, after the referee reviewed the tape, it has been determined that the winner is,

McDaniel:…yes…..

Eric Emerson: MARK McNASTY!!!!!

The fans start to cheer, while some boo. Its around this time that the competitors have been dug out from the hole, and as they are put on gurneys, the fans really begin to go crazy.

McDaniel: The fans are showing their appreciation for both these men.

Rentfro: Well Jon, I think this match certainly lived up to the legacy that is Battle Dome.

McDaniel: It will be a miracle if both these men survived that horrendous fall!  People, we're out of time!!! We'll have more for you next week!  Good night!!!