[Alexagogo]

The newest addition to the PWA roster, Emily Corlen is the newest addition to one of this communities most colourful pedigrees. A close relation to Jen Blazenwing and a trainee of her husband David, Emily made her mark just one week ago, turning what was once a potential prospect in Jamie Brody into yesterday’s news, allowing her to immediately jump up the ranks and set herself up as one to watch in the PWA.

Tamika Strader, while a current PWA tag team champion in her own right, is seen by most as the lesser of two evils in the Cowgirls from Hell – and while it probably isn’t hard to fall into the background behind Meghan, never one to shy away from a fight or a war of words, one has to wonder if it doesn’t weight on her all the same. This match then will be her first turn into singles action for the PWA, and one she will be looking to use to prove her worth.

Tai Tolium, a new prospect to the PWA himself, has essentially hit the ground running, scoring back to back wins over many promising talents in the PWA and securing himself a Grizzly Beer title shot in the process. He’ll be looking to build on that momentum then as he heads off on his way to a title shot and, potentially, his first taste of PWA gold.

Masakaz like Tamika, has always been primarily a tag team wrestler in the PWA, and while he and his father saw great success with the belts, his recent run in singles matches left a lot to be desired. Now though he’s back, clear of conscious and fresh of body, and looking to change his past run of luck in the PWA.

What this gives us is four superstars each with something to prove in this one fall to a finish contest.

[andre]

Something New....




Gold’s Gym, Los Angeles California

[We open up at a local Gold’s Gym in Los Angeles, California to find one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions, Tamika Nash Strader, finishing up her workout. Black spandex pants, and a white tank top cover her sweaty body, and her hair is held back by a black and white bandana. She smiles as she notices the camera, and sits down on a nearby bench. She lifts up her bag she has on her shoulder and grabs a bottle of water. She takes a drink before greeting us warmly.]

TNS: “Hello PWA! This is a first for me I have to say. Any match I’ve had here or anywhere has been with Meghan, or my brother John. So really I’m at odds coming in, wouldn’t you say? Then again, I took a deeper look at my opponents, and realize we are all on the same level coming in. Well, maybe I’m being too nice about that one.”

“No it’s true; just look at Emily Corlen for example… She beat a guy named Jamie Brody. Pfft. Plus, she’s a Blazenwing trainee… and we all know what that means.”

[Tamika, in a second of immaturity, makes a farting noise with her hand and her armpit. She giggles.]

TNS: “Sorry Emily, but here in the PWA, you’re going to have prove your worth. Especially with Blazenwing’s named attached to you. He’s not exactly held in a high regard in these parts. Maybe you’ll be different. I doubt it though, claiming to be able to rise from the dead. Either you been watching one too many Raizzor promos or think you’re a long lost Strader, because no one comes back to life like our family can.”

[Fans and non fans alike know all about the ability the Strader’s have at returning from the dead. It’s like Days of Our Lives meets Pro Wrestling. Madness.]

TNS: “Then we have the number one contender for the Grizzly Beer Title. Tai Tolium is it? This match is kind of nothing for you. You have a big shot coming up at the Grizzly Beer Title. That’s a lot to prepare for. How sick is Blake Witcroft? What kind of match will he create for you to try and take his title? That’s quite a task to prepare yourself for, fused vertebrae and all.”

“So I’m curious as to what you have to say to the people this week. I mean, your last match you beat a follower and a guy who dresses up like The Green Ranger™ and other characters. You actually have some formidable opponents present this week, and the question is… will Ms. Seldon regret making your three way match with a number one contender’s stipulation? Then again, what do I care? I’m already a PWA Champion. I’ve already beaten a few of the best here in the PWA in tag team action, cleanly and decisively. You’re batting five hundred, so good luck senor.”

“I guess that leaves a former PWA Tag Team Champion, third longest reigning to boot. But, he hasn’t had all that much luck as of late. Mazakaz. Or is it Mazakazu? Either way I’d consider a name change. Seriously though Maz, out of all the competitors in this match up, the odds kind of are in your favor. You have been around the PWA for awhile now. You learned from your father Simon Kalis, the virus Matthew Engel and currently Jethro Hayes. But still nothing.”

[Tamika takes a sip of her water.]

TNS: “See, the other two in this match up… I’ve seen their kind before. You all have to remember I grew up in the world of wrestling in Japan. I’ve seen things America only dreams of. But the other two, they are flickers of light in the darkness that is the PWA’s lower card. They’ll put some butts in the seats, but it will be those seats behind the pillars holding up the arena roof.”

“So are you going to prove you can make it in the singles land of the PWA, or are you forever going to be a tag team partner? That same question could be asked to me, and my answer is a simple one. I’ll show the blood that runs through my veins. The history of the PWA is a deep one stretching into the AOWF, where everyone has heard the last name Strader. My father is currently the highest regarded of them all. That however will change; Meghan and I promise you that.”

“Soon you all will see, that whether it comes to defending the tag team titles with my sister Meghan as the Cowgirls From Hell, or propelling my singles career into new heights, I will shine bright here in the PWA. Come Monday night gentlemen, you’ll realize my sister isn’t the only threat to your fragile male egos.”

[Tamika lets the Strader sneer creep across her face as the scene fades to black.]

[Kalis]

|||The Fallen Hero|||

{The Lord, The General & The Protege}
|~The Beast, The Bird & The Queen~|

Masakazu: In the beginning, there were three.

Masakazu turns his head towards the camera now, seated at a tiny table in a dimly lit cobblestone room. It's an odd scene, and one can only imagine the musty feeling to the room he now finds himself in. Before him are three portfolios, with three distinct names.

Masakazu: An alliance was formed long ago, between two of the greatest rivals and a mutual benefactor that became known as The Order of Chaos. One of these men, The General Simon Kalis you are all familiar with. The other two, probably not so much. There was The Lord Pete Ebdon and their protege Lucas Knight. Today all three men are legendary, and you'd be foolish to call Knight a protege today but things were different in those days... Kalis and Ebdon chased each other across federations, waging a war that lasted over three years between them. The most epic fights were between these two.

Masakazu grabs the ash tray at the far corner of the table, and lights a cigarette of his own as the lightbulb swings from it's perch on the ceiling taking him in and out of focus. On one side of the wall, behind Masakazu is a grainy portrait of Simon Kalis.

Masakazu: The only thing greater than their feud was their partnership. A tag team called similarly enough The Order of Chaos which amongst the two remains an undefeated juggernaut, their names only a whisper on the lips of their enemies... For all the fear and respect garnered by the duo of my father and myself, even I cannot deny how slight and minimal that was to the original. Nothing could stop them, and nothing did.

Masakazu flicks some ash into the tray as the lightbulb swings to the left of him, revealing a grainy portrait of Pete Ebdon on that side of the wall.

Masakazu: Lucas was like a protege but he was already proving himself to be great in his own right. He never needed my father or Ebdon to make this a reality, his greatness as gaurunteed. These things only expedited the process. And while The Order of Chaos fractured as the men went their seperate ways, the legacy lived in on each of them and through each of them they spawned the Empire that is this Order. The rules set forth have been simple, with varying differences in each incarnation. The PWA version is most probably the most unique, as my father admitted several strangers into the Order. But in his eyes each member is or will be great. Even to this day he refers to any member as a "knight" of The Order, in reverance and respect to the one time protege Lucas Knight...

Masakazu inhales deeply, as the light bulb swings to the right revealing a similar portrait of Lucas Knight on the right side.

Masakazu: The legacy continues... I was the only one there for it all, in the shadows as my father trained me in every waking moment of my teenage years. The only one until recently to be admitted without a World Championship under his belt. I fell from grace by the twisted charisma of Matthew Engel because I forgot my place amongst the order of things. I forgot today I am the protege, but tomorrow I shall be revered and honored. I'm only eighteen years old, most people forget this. I know I've not fought to the best of my ability recently. Many people question my ability in the ring on my own. But there is a good reason I've given you all a little history lesson on The Order of Chaos... No long time member of The Order of Chaos is without a World Championship. I will have my time, but for now I suppose there is only this week... Only the three opponents I have before me.

Masakazu smirks as he opens the first portfolio, marked with the name Tai "Nitro" Tolium.

Masakazu: In the beginning, there were three.

Masakazu checks out the dossier prepared for him by the organization, seemingly unimpressed with the one marked "Tai 'Nitro' Tolium".

Masakazu: Let's start off by stating something very obvious Tolium. The only reason you were able to walk out victorious last week was because Hype was unable to compete in that match. Any intelligent observer saw him walking out of Rampage the winner of that match, not you Tai. He and I may not share direct blood but we are family nonetheless, and we are a family of winners Tai. Your disposal of Marco Dante was probably the highlight of your career in the PWA, and I saw the video you shot last week for the match. Color me unimpressed. You're someone who thinks because he's well over six feet tall he can win outright by brute force and strength. I can assure you these things aren't going to be an advantadge for you in this match Tai. You'll be the biggest target, quite literally speaking. You're a slow moving hulk of a man without so much the strength and agility to boot. You lack any true talent and your success is based on how quickly you can crush the opposition. In this you fail, Tai, because ones talent is not measured in size and strength but tactical precision in the intelligent execution of ones game plan. My game plan will be simple enough, once you're down on the canvas you will quickly become the prey to the feasting birds which shall descend upon you like vultures upon a corpse. Tearing you apart will be a sickening pleasure for me, Tolium. You are the Beast, and a beast of burden that labors for each desperate breath under the muddied boot against his throat.

Masakazu smiles as he shuts the dossier and pushes it aside, sliding over the next one on the table marked "Tamika Nash Strader". Masakazu relishes in another deep inhale of his Newport as he sets the cigarette down in the ash tray, looking arrogantly into the camera.

Masakazu: The Queen. Our Queen, the original Queen... Ms. Tamika Nash Strader. It troubles me to have to face you in combat, all these months after my father and I pledged our allegiance to you and the Chaos brand. Don't get me wrong, I won't hesitate to enjoy a chance to face a Strader in the ring. Your name proceeds you and there is a reason The Cowgirls from Hell are the greatest tag team since The Order of Chaos to hold those belts... Our belts, those belts we'd originally won for you and your side of the battlefield Ms. Strader. I'm sure you haven't forgotten that, nor have I. And now with the rumors swirling your father is returning and will most probably face Jethro Hayes at the next Pay Per View, I find myself distant from you for the first time. You know my father never viewed you as I did. You are of course much younger than he is, and he knows of your father of course. He always looked at you in such a professional light it kind of took me by surprise but me... I won't lie, Tamika.

Masakazu smiles warmly.

Masakazu: I've always had a crush on you.

Masakazu leans back as he clears his throat, lifting up the Newport for another drag before placing it back down. He sifts through the information sheets presented before him and nods somberly.

Masakazu: I respect you for what you've accomplished, and am intrigued by your subtle beauty and quite bluntly... Ass kicking ability. It sends tingles down my spine to know out of everyone in this match, you are the only one I can see defeating me. At the time I held my tongue, out of respect given our relationship as boss and employee. It would've been disrespectful for me to make a pass back then, and it might even be considered disrespectful right now. We both are on the youthful side of our family dynasties, respectively speaking of course, but I assure you I won't make any inappropriate moves on you in the match. Not unless you consider kicking your knee in and sending your knee cap through the back of your leg inappropriate, because my focus remains as clear as a cloud free day in Arizona. The sun stifling hot, the sweat beading down my brow... And my hand clasped around your throat as I get the opportunity to lift you up and throw you around like a ragdoll. Of course if you have no aversion to my interests, hah, I'm willing to exchange numbers.

Masakazu tilts his head to the right, smiling boyishly for the first time without a dead serious look on his face but more along the lines of friendlyness. He takes a quick drag off of the Newport, flicking ash into the tray and straightening his posture as he continues.

Masakazu: We are both considered the lesser of our respective tag teams, perhaps because we haven't shown the willingness to step out of the shadows of a sibling or a parent to shine on our own. I'd like to think one day both of us will prove the doubters wrong but I plan to make Rampage my day to begin that process. Through you if I must, Tamika. Don't take it personally when I attempt to snap your spine in the middle of the ring with the MasaDriver. Don't think I don't like you if I'm yelling at you to stay down as I unleash a barrage of thrust kicks to your beautiful face, Tamika. My dear Queen... A toast, to the future. Whatever it may hold.

Masakazu smiles once again, throwing a charismatic wink into the camera directed towards Tamika as he closes the dossier with her name. He finally comes to the "Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen and seems mystified as he opens up he dossier on the Blazenwing protoge.

Masakazu: I can see the potential in you, Ms. Corlen. You've been trained by a great person and it leaves no doubt what you're possibly capable of. But that's the thing Emily, you're a possibility. A potential star in the making while Tamika and I, and even Tolium to a MUCH lesser extent are on our way. You may not know me, Emily. You may not know what I've done in this company since I arrived here last year with my father, but I can promise you at least that you will come to know me. You will come to know why there was a point nobody dared challenge The Order of Chaos and why I was one of the two men responsible for the fears in the PWA. One half of the greatest tag team in modern PWA history is no small feat to my legacy, Emily. But I assure you one thing, it is only the first chapter in that legacy.

Masakazu closes her dossier and takes one more drag from his Newport before crushing it into the ash tray.

Masakazu: Come Rampage, the three of you should be aware of only two things from me.

Masakazu looks up as the swinging lightbulb fuses and we are now shrouded in darkness.

Masakazu: Fighting is optional... Victory is mandatory.

The night vision on the camera turns on as we now see Masakazu, with Simon Kalis standing behind him smiling.

Masakazu: All Hail The Order of Chaos!

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Signature picture provided by Lucas Knight courtesy of The Order of Chaos.
All Rights Reserved.

[Blazenwing]

I showed up this past weekend at Rampage intending to make a statement in my debut… and I accomplished just that. I put Jamie Brody out of the PWA for good, and I impressed the backstage officials enough to be granted a spot on the official roster!

And here I thought there was a three week waiting period.

That’s how my first week went. I can’t say I’m disappointed. I glance around a bit, leaning back against the side of the Chili’s restaurant where my sister, her husband and their daughter are sitting inside, celebrating my first win in the pro wrestling industry. I should be in there, celebrating with them, but I’m more interested in the text message I just got from PWA officials;

“4WAY MATCH THIS WEEK.
CORLEN-TOLIUM-TAMIKA-MASAKAZ”

A four way, against three established stars. It’s certainly got the potential to be the biggest win of my career thus far - not that that distinction is particularly difficult to obtain - or an inauspicious start to said career.

“Whatcha got there, hon? Everything okay?”

I turn to my left… it’s Jen. I smile softly and hand her the phone. She peruses the text for a moment, then lets out an audible “ah”. She hands the phone back to me, then puts her arm across my shoulder.

“Hey, you’re not gonna let this ruin your night, are ya? You had a big win this week, you should be celebrating!”

I scoff. “With the match I have lined up for this week’s Rampage… I think I should be spending less time celebrating and more time training. I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Jen.”

Jen smiles that goofy ‘everything’s going to be okay’ smile of hers that would always make me feel better when we were younger and rubs my back softly.

“David wouldn’t have given you the go ahead to apply for the PWA if he didn’t think you were ready, Em. You know that better than anyone. You can’t let potential competition scare you away from being what you know in your heart you are capable of being in PWA! Just think… all three of your opponents this Sunday have accomplished something since they’ve been in PWA. Imagine what will happen to you if you go in there, on your TV debut no less, and win? You have a huge opportunity this weekend, Em… the chance to immediately solidify yourself as a force to be reckoned with in PWA! If you win this weekend, it’s not going to be long before you’re getting title matches, making alliances… you name it! You absolutely cannot allow yourself to pass up this chance… and even more importantly, you can’t start doubting yourself now, because if you do that, then you’ll be defeated before you even step into the ring for your match.”

I’ll give Jen credit, she’s a damn inspiration.

“You’re right, of course you’re right. I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by. Tamika, Maz and Tolium better be ready this Sunday, because the Emerald Phoenix will rise from the ashes and -”

Jen puts her hand up.

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Em. That was… a little corny.”

Jen laughs. I feel myself blushing a little, but can’t help laughing as well.

“Let’s head back inside. I’m sure Dave and Melody are wondering where we are. Those crayons are only going to distract them for so long.”

I chuckle. “You mean him, don’t you?”

Jen smirks. Of course she does. I know for a fact their kid hasn’t touched crayons for a year, at least. As we start heading back inside the restaurant, I stop, one question still nagging at my mind.

“Jen… do you really think I have a chance this Sunday?”

Jen turns to me and smirks slightly.

“I do. Do you?”

I simply smile softly. We will see.

We will see.
:

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So, my official PWA debut - and by official, I mean the one I was actually able to show up for! - has come and gone, and I now stand with a pro wrestling record of one win and zero losses. Not bad for a greenhorn, I’d say. Not bad, but it’s only the beginning.

See, last week, I beat Jamie Brody so bad, he got released from the company following our match. That’s great and all, and the live crowd seemed sort of impressed with what I could do, I mean hell, they even cheered for me! Unfortunately for me, though, it was a dark match, so the live crowd that saw me last week are the only ones aware of my existence in the company.

That all has a chance to change this week, though. I make my official televised wrestling debut in a four way against one half of the current PWA Tag Team Champions Tamika Nash Strader, one half of the former PWA Tag Team Champions Masakaz, and the current number one contender to the PWA Grizzly Beer Title, Tai Tolium.

It’s entirely possible that I have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning come Sunday night.

Possible, maybe, but not altogether accurate. Here’s the thing… I was trained by David Blazenwing. Tamika can run David down all she wants, it’s not going to take away from his accomplishments in this business, regardless of how they were earned. Maz, on the other hand, has the right idea. There are always going to be people who run down the Blazenwing name… it’s sort of like that other guy, I’m not going to say his name for fear of being sued, but you know, he works for that one big wrestling company? He’s the golden boy? Anyways, he’s got a lot going for him, and yet still can’t seem to get cheers except from little kids and women.

I guess what I’m trying to say in a not so roundabout way is… haters gonna hate. All you can do is keep moving forward and proving that you deserve to compete with the best. That’s exactly what I intend on doing this Sunday at Rampage.

Win or lose, after my television debut, the only name people are going to be talking about is Emily Corlen.

Tamika, Tai, Maz… I hope you remember to bring your asbestos underwear to the arena, because when you play with the Phoenix, you’re going to get burned.

[andre]

Houston, Texas

[We open in the hometown of the Strader family; right where it all started when young William Strader began his journey into professional wrestling. Now three of his grand children are professional wrestlers, like their father, his eldest son. One can say that if there is a heaven he’d be smiling down seeing how something so powerful can run through his families veins. If there is no heaven, at least we have some Strader family member reminding us how talented they are. Infuriating? Definitely, but unfortunately they can back it up most of the time, and have left many licking their wounds.

We have Tamika Nash Strader on our screen, again with no Meghan in sight. Tamika sits on a bench outside a bar called the Scorpions Tail, dressed casually in running shoes, blue jeans, and a black tank top. Her trucker sunglasses conceal her eyes as her lips move into a smile. She tilts her head to side for a second, and then back up as she begins to speak.]

TNS: “Well, three out of four ain’t too bad I guess. What’s wrong Tai? Cat got your tongue? You’d think after earning a shot, at what seems to be a vacant title now, you’d be on the air proclaiming your skill and prowess, and how you are going to make short work of us and take that title…”

“… but no, you’d stayed quiet this week. One could chalk it up to over confidence, or the alternative which I believe, is you’re scared of getting your ass handed to you by a couple women and Mazakaz. You can try and deny it all you want Tai, but the fact of the matter is you proved how right I am by staying quiet all this week. Thankfully though, not all the opponents stayed quiet.”

[Tamika pulls a bottle of water from her purse and takes a drink before continuing on.]

TNS: “Corlen, while you may be rookie around here, so are Mazakaz and myself. Like Mazakaz said he’s only eighteen. I’m only twenty. We’ve both accomplished quite a bit. At one time I was even General Manager of the Chaos brand. My sister Meghan she’s twenty five, technically a rookie, but has already beaten two former PWA World Champions in Marxx and Corey Lazarus.”

“You no showed your first match, and took out a guy who was fading faster than Lucious Starr’s career. That doesn’t really impress many people. Maybe you thought you did a good job against Brody and that’s why you got brought up to the real roster, but the truth is the roster is a little slim and your nothing but padding.”

“I know I know, I’m supposed to be the nice one out of the Cowgirls. Don’t always judge a book by its cover. While Meghan may rip you a new asshole, I will do so in the ring. Another thing, I don’t burn easy sweetheart. Maybe you should do a little research on my last name, and you’ll see I’ve already been burned, along with my relatives almost our whole lives. Come Monday night, The Phoenix won’t be rising, I can promise you that.”

[Tamika sneers for the camera.]

TNS: “Mazakaz, I have not forgotten about what had transpired between me and the Order. I still till this day greatly appreciate you and your father bringing the PWA Tag Team titles to the Chaos brand while I was in charge. It’s also quite touching that you think so highly of me. The only thing is Mazakaz, is that I can’t say I feel the same way about you.”

“Meghan will tell you I have daddy issues, but I like older men. Besides, I’m saving myself for Joe BoXeR.”

[Tamika winks seductively at the camera and smiles widely.]

TNS: “On a serious note though, this does not change how I look at you going into this match. Meghan and I have beaten every member of the Order of Chaos, three of them two times, while none of you can lay claim about that of the Los Guerilleros Heriocos. The more and more I look at this match, and prepare for what’s going to happen, I realize the odds are severely stacked against my competitors and less on me.”

“Mazakaz you should get used to that feeling of me beating you, because it’s going to happen. Nothing you say or do will change that. I’ve learned the difference between arrogance and confidence. That’s a lesson I’m not sure you’ve learned yet. Maybe I’ll switch my tune after Monday, but with the way things have been recently… I doubt it.”

“It’s hard not to be cocky, but week in and week out since Meghan and I have returned, we have shown everyone in the PWA we are the new era, led by two of the greats in this company, Laura Estella and Johnny Maverick. The next two greats after them? Well… you’re looking at half of them. I’ll show you all why you can’t OR won’t forget that.”

[The camera fades to black.]

[Kalis]

|||The Fallen Hero|||

{When The World Weeps}
|~We Wanna Be Just Like YOU~|

Masakazu: Yeah.

The radio lights up as the unofficial worldwide theme song of The Order, "The Fight Song" by Marilyn Manson begins to blast from the speakers as Masakazu pops open a Bud Light Lime and lights up a Newport cigarette. He smirks as his father Simon Kalis looks at him shaking his head in dismay.

Simon Kalis: So this is what it's come to? You do realize you're not even of legal age to drink around here right?

Masakazu laughs as he takes a big chug of the light and refreshing beer, slamming the bottle down.

Masakazu: Give me a break. You're one to talk, you started drinking when you were twelve.

Simon Kalis: That's different though. I wasn't brought up in such a structured environment like you. Besides you should be focused on Monday's match, don't you think?

Masakazu takes another sip of his beer, inhaling the fresh suburban air with a smile as he sets it down. The glint off of Simon Kalis' "Pioneer Wrestling" chain catches Masakazu in the eye and he smirks as he takes off his long sleeve shirt and chucks it aside, flexing some muscle to the light applause of his father and the triumphant barks of their dog Cerberus in the distance.

Simon Kalis: Impressive. Engel teach you to be vain now?

Masakazu puts his left fist to his throat, showing off the new tattoo along his left forearm.

Masakazu: In honor of...

The tattoo reads "OUTLAW" and Kalis looks at his own left forearm, the same tattoo put there so many years ago. He laughs.

Simon Kalis: Look at you. Drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, getting tatt'd up... You biting my swag, son?

Kalis says standing up and staring down Masakazu with a smile.

Masakazu: I'm merely continuing the tradition. I'm heading back to the winning track.

[color=red]Simon Kalis: Please. Don't get impatient, remember... I was once renowned for my jobbing ability and it took me many years to get where I am today.

Masakazu: Which is where? Suspended, injured and impotent?

Kalis laughs as he snatches the cigarette from Masakazu's hand and takes a drag, draping his arm around his son.

Simon Kalis: You're only upset I have more of a chance of banging Tamika than you do.

Masakazu: Pfft... She wants BoXeR. Besides...

Masakazu points to Kalis' right hand where he maintains his wedding ring to this day. Kalis nods and sits back down, cracking open his own beer and enjoying the moment for what it is. Masakazu hops onto the railing and slicks his hair back, smirking as Cerberus wanders the yard in search of his trusty Kong toy.

Masakazu: I'd like to thank you Tai, for keeping your mouth shut. You must be out celebrating the chance to get your grubby paws on the Grizzly Beer title, which is all fine and dandy...

Cerberus runs up the steps with a horribly burnt and melted title belt... Masakazu grabs it out off of his back and unstraps it and holds it up for the camera to see and we can only assume that it is the result of Vaxmans idiocy.

Simon Kalis: Yeah we picked it up for keepsake, right Mas? Looks good on ol' Cerberus but we'll be refurbishing it and donating it to the PWA Hall of Fame. We're cool like that.

Masakazu smirks and throws the dishevelled looking title over to his father who places it down on the bistro table before him. Cerberus however, pouts in disappointment.

Masakazu: Moving on to the real meat of this match... Emily Corlen. I've gotta hand it to you, m'Lady. To a common observer you would appear to be a female version of Rob Robinson without the mask and yoohoo addiction.

Simon Kalis: Don't forget, she's Emerald. Not to be mistaken for the green Irish Phoenix we had to deal with leading up to Who's The Man!? eh?

They share a laugh as each of them sip their beer.

Masakazu: Right. You see you think that your first match didn't count because you didn't show up, but it counts for something. It shows us just how unprepared you are to be competing at such an elite level. Granted you've been trained by Blazenwing and that gives you a certain ounce of credibility, but you remain nothing more than a prospect. Tamika was right when she said your arrival on the main roster is due to the fact it is thin, not due to some incredible form of talent you have. My father and I on the other hand were put on the main roster from the start, precisely because we are talented powerhouses. Still known as the greatest tag team in the PWA's modern era, there is a reason to consider yourself forewarned as to the complete ass kicking I am about to hand deliver you. It's nothing personal, but merely a business practice I have been lax in as of late.

Masakazu finishes his beer and chucks it back into the case with the other empty bottles.

Masakazu: Ah, then we have Tamika Nash Strader... I suspected as much, as far as your feelings are concerned. That's no problem, you don't have to worry about me stalking you or anything... I just needed to hear you say that to make it easier for me to bruise and bloody that pretty face of yours, Tamika. You're right, we're both young and far from having reached our potential but if you believe you've defeated everyone in The Order of Chaos... You're wrong. You defeated my father with Lucious Starr when my father was at his weakest... But don't worry. You and your sister will have a chance to prove you are worthy of those titles when you come face to face... With us.

Kalis stands up and Masakazu jumps down from his perch, and both men stare into the camera.

Masakazu: This match is only the beginning for you, dear Ms. Strader. The battle lines were drawn long before this encounter and I gauruntee you this encounter will not end well for you. You realize that the Cowgirls are not only fighting the shadow of their father but the shadow of the two men you now look at before you. We, The Order of Chaos... The best there is in the PWA, Tamika. You'll know this all quite well, and you'll know that when you face us in tag team battle that you have no fucking chance of defeating us...

Kalis smirks, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a simple looking piece of paper.

Simon Kalis: This piece of paper, given to me today by courier express mail details how my suspension has been lifted sweetheart. And while I have been dealing with a nagging, undisclosed injury since the Who's The Man tournament... I promise you ladies, your time is coming to an end.

Kalis smirks as he shows the paper up to the camera, which outlines the details of his suspension and the end of it...

Masakazu: You would do good to hope that you can overcome me in this match on Rampage, Tamika. You would do well to try and weaken me as much as possible. You've grown complacent and overconfident, Tamika. You did not have the pleasure of dealing with Emperor Ian and Riona Langly like we did, nor Pohatu and the Sunshine Warrior. You have not faced any true TEAM save for Bubba and Hayes who you defeated for those titles. You say you have beaten us all, you are sorely mistaken Tamika. You have never faced Hype, first of all. You have never faced the true tag team of the Order of Chaos either... When you do, you will remember why we were feared in the ring Tamika. You will remember why WE were YOUR shining jewel on the Chaos brand, which rose due more to our drawing power than your managing capabilities. You will learn what I have learned in my downfall and subsequent rise come Monday evening. You will understand when I have defeated you three on Monday evening why I am the future of this company. Most of all Tamika?

Masakazu winks arrogantly at the camera.

Masakazu: You will realize being a Strader does not mean you can stop me.

Kalis nods confidently, stomping his right foot down and extending his right arm out in the salute we have all come to know...

Masakazu: All Hail The Order of Chaos!

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