World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


January 16th, 2009
Live from the Tokyo Dome in Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan

The scene slowly opens to the Tokyo Dome. You can see the patrons rush to fill up the sits as venders hawk their wears to those who past by. The cameras switches back to the locker room area where you see various PWA stars and road agents. Suddenly the PA System in the locker room area come on. Suddenly you can hear the voice of Eli Storm, clear his thoart.

Storm: Tonight you're all gonna be part of a social experiment...

The workers start to look at each other a littled puzzled.

Storm: For sometime this company has operated under the rules and the structure of those who have their own interests in mind. Those who don't care what you think, but what they need. Tonight I plan on changing that. Tonight I will introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order and watch everything become chaos. Why!?! Because I'm the Head of Chaos. But don't worry...because the one thing you shall realize about that it's always fair!

Some members of the staff looked worried, but many of the wrestlers are buzzing with excitement realizing they will finally get a chance to really cut loose.

And here we go...

Suddenly you can hear the dragging guitar riff of MARILYN MANSON's “If I Was Your Vampire”.

'6 A.M. Christmas morning. No shadows, no reflections here. Lying cheek to cheek
in your cold embrace.'

Project X is shown looking into a dirty and cracked mirror. He nods at the reflection as it were commanding his next move..

'So soft and so tragic as a slaughterhouse. You press the knife against your heart. And say,'

Aeolus Wrath is shown in the gym, working a punching bag, with each strike you can see his focused rage follow through his arm into the impact on the bag.

‘I love you, so much you must kill me now.'

Jamie Flynn is shown grabbing his half of the Tag Team title. As he turns around you can see Kyle Stevenson leaning against the wall with his half of the Tag Titles resting on his shoulder.

'I Love you, so much you must kill me now.'

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


'If I was your vampire, certain as the moon, instead of killing time,'

The words crumble away as you see Viktor Stone in the locker room, taping his fists. Getting ready for war. That switches to the picture of Riona Langly standing in the middle of the ring with the IC Title, daring someone to step over the line and fight.

'we'll have each other
until the sun.'

Malicious is shown standing behind the curtain with the TV Title, waiting for his music to play. That switches to the picture of El Rey de Corazones with the Grizzly Beer Title hamming it up with the fans.

'If I was your vampire, death waits for no one.'

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

Bennett: Alright ladies and gentlemen, this is the one that the whole Chaos staff has been waiting for. Finally we get our time to shine on PPV!!! And what a PPV it's gonna be.

Rayne: Eli Storm has always been known as innovator in this business and Unsanctioned is his brainchild that he has been planning for monthes now.

Bennett: Thats right Rayne, we are inside the Tokyo Dome, where some of the most amazing wrestling shows have been held. Where PWA will perform in front of what many in the business have called the best fans in the world.

Rayne: Please forgive my partner for his anti-American remarks. But strap in, because once this show starts, there is no such thing as slowing down.

Frosty & Alex Wilkie vs Jacob Figgins & Vitaly Petrov vs Emperor Ian & Shadow Starr vs Jacob Collins & Pohatu

Elimination Match

The lights fade out and the arena goes dark as a blue haze covers the arena. Then snowflakes fall from the ceiling. The lights fade up just a little bit to show even larger amounts of snow. The air conditioning kicks into high gear, freezing the fans in the arena with cold, arctic blastts of frigid air. It continues to blow on the fans as the shaved ice particles fall from the rafters and land all around the fans, inside the ring and everywhere else in the huge arena. Then a jolly laugh can be heard as a familiar theme begins to play.

Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul,
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
and two eyes made out of coal.

Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale, they say,
He was made of snow but the children
know how he came to life one day.

There must have been some magic
in that old silk hat they found.
For when they placed it on his head
he began to dance around.

O, Frosty the snowman
was alive as he could be,
And the children say he could laugh
and play just the same as you and me.

Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Look at Frosty go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Over the hills of snow.

Frosty the snowman knew
the sun was hot that day,
So he said, "Let's run
and we'll have some fun
now before I melt away."

Down to the village,
with a broomstick in his hand,
Running here and there
all around the square
saying "Catch me if you can."

He led them down the streets of town
right to the traffic cop.
And he only paused a moment when
he heard him holler "Stop!"

For Frosty the snow man
had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying,
"Don't you cry,
I'll be back again some day."

Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Look at Frosty go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
thumpety thump thump,
Over the hills of snow.

Then through the dimly lit arena, a dark silhouette can be seen at the top of the entrance ramp. No one can fully see who this person is until the lights kick back up and reveal..... a man in a snowman costume. The snowman walks down the aisle, holding miniature Frosty action figures in his arms and throwing them into the crowd. The snow continues to fall all around him and the air conditioning kicks into maximum mode and blows the frozen particles of shaved ice all around the arena like a blizzard as Frosty now tries to slide into the ring. Unfortunately, the snowman costume is so bulky that be almost gets stuck, but he manages to get under the bottom rope.

The fans all laugh, while some of the older, jaded teenagers boo and jeer the snowman, seeing him as a mere marketing tool. Frosty enters the ring and grabs a microphone, shouting in a muffled voice through the snowman head mask: HAVE A FROSTY DAY! as the fans erupt into huge cheers for their Snowman pal. The round head part of the costume doesn't even move as he spoke the muffled catchphrase.

The air conditioning kicks back into a normal mode, the ice particles of snow stop falling from the arena and the Frosty the Snowman theme stops playing as Frosty hands the microphone off, and stares at the camera with that plastic smile on his face. The full head mask of the costume doesn't blink and doesn't even move, so the smile is permanent on that face as Frosty just stands there and enjoys the cheers from the fans.

Alex Wilkie’s Music hits the PA, soon after Frosty gets into the ring , he walks down to the ring.

The lights in the venue dim as a hand becomes visible throwing the entrance curtain open. And out comes the Celtic Fury receiving a mixed reaction from the audience as "Battle Song" blares into the speakers.

Hear the sound of swords fulfill the night
Feel the winds of death on your skin
See the arrows fly, flaming in the sky
Hear the screams of men, as they die

At the top of the entrance aisle, Figgins turns his back to the audience outstretching both of his arms and leaning back. Finally he spins on one foot and spits energy drink onto the aisle infront of him. Letting his arms fall back down to his side he began his trek towards the squared circle

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

"Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 267 pounds...He is the Celtic Fury...JACOB FIGGINS! "

Silence now falls upon this blood red field
Vultures feasting with the flesh of dead bodies
"This is a great moment for all of us
but now its time to head back home victorious"

The lights returned to normal and Figgins raised his head letting the audience's eyes grace him. Looking from left to right, a smirk crawled across the features of Figgins as he runs up the ring steps and walks along the apron taking a swig of his energy drink before putting the bottle down next to the southeast turnbuckle. He leaned against the ropes outstretching his arms once more and spraying a light mist onto the floor outside the ring.

We won this battle with might and fearless hearts
We came and we fulfilled our prophecy
So now we shall march back towards our kingdom
With heads up high and glimmering eyes
we returned with our glory

Finally entering the ring, via the top and middle ropes, Figgins turns on one foot and extends his arms for a final time acting as if it was a privilege to the audience to watch him perform in the squared circle and within the venue itself. Dropping his arms he takes off his ring jacket and throws it outside of the ring to get prepared for his upcoming bout.

You're going to get up and scream,
"I'm already dead, I'm already dead"
You're going to get up and burn an 'X' in your head

"Real Solution #9" by White Zombie hits the PA system as Vitaly Petrov walks out. Yellow pyros to his right sky rocket into the air, and red pyros to the left do the same. He begins his descent to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Samara, Russia...

Come on - come on the motherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire!
Come on - come on the motherfucker's on fire
He cut through the bone, he cut through the wire!

Vitaly is dressed in crimson red trunks with a yellow snake-pattern down each side. He has on a dark blue fitted longsleeve shirt, showing his muscle definition in his abs, chest, and arms. He reaches the ring, not paying much attention to the fans.

Eric Emerson: He weighs two hundred and thirty nine pounds and stands six feet three inches...

Vitaly climbs into the ring and begins to warm up for his match.

Eric Emerson: He is.. VITALY PETROV!!!

Vitaly raises his right arm up, keeping his head down, and begins to jog in place, waiting for the match to begin.

The arena is bathed in golden light as purple confetti drops from the ceiling. Chancellor Maxim, Lord Spalding, and General Jock come out first, followed by a harem of beautiful young women who line the entryway with flowers. Next come the Imperial Legion, carrying the imperial throne, upon which sits Emperor Ian. The Emperor sits proudly basking in the adoration of the fans (at least what he thinks is adoration).

As they reach ringside, the throne is lowered to the ground, and the Emperor is led by the ladies to the ring, where they remove his fancy robe and whatever headgear he might have on his head (His outfit varies from show to show, usually incorporating aspects of Roman, German, Japanese, Ottoman, and other Imperial dress). His wrestling attire is usually an amateur-style singlet with The letters "E" and "I" written in a fancy golden font on a black eagle.

The Emperor stands with his arms crossed glaring at his opponent with a smug grin on his face (or if he's forced to come out first, he stares at the ring announcer until his opponent enters the ring). Lord Spalding grabs the mic away from the ring announcer and says the following:

"Bow your heads unwashed peons, for your almighty sovereign, your absolute ruler, the Kaiser of carnage, the Sultan of Slam, the Tsar of savagery, the Overlord of offense, and the Master of Manipulation, The Imperator of Professional Wrestling, Emperor Ian!"

The Emperor holds out his arms and raises them, then after a few seconds, slowly lowers them.

The Emperor’s entrance is joined by Shadow Starr

As "Cells" by The Servant begins over the arena speakers, Jacob Collins walks out to the stage, a concentrated look on his face. Attired in a standard black spandex wrestling outfit, he moves at a brisk pace to the ring, high fiving the kids on each side of the entrance way. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes, hopping back and forth to loosen up.

As the double bass pedal that Devil Driver was known for started pounding out a rhythm on the sound system, the lights began to pulsate, the pulsing and pounding synching up after two or three. A figure could be seen with his back turned to the crowd, standing at the center of the entrance with his arms laying at his sides. With the cut out of the bass pedal, a single flash of yellow lighting along the edges of the big screen, temporarily blinding those near by. When the lighting gave out to the normal lights of the arena, none other than Pohatu could be seen, having turned around during the flash. Snapping his head up, the light heavyweight grinned and pumped both of his fists up into the air.

From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
I'm travellin' on, far and wide
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but
someone else

Dropping his arms to his sides, the Electric Enigma started walking down the entrance ramp, making a point to stick to the center of the aisle. Not reaching his arms out to the fans, the athlete instead watched the ring carefully, though a cocky grin was on his face. Pausing as he reached the bottom of the ramp, the brunette glanced around, quirking one brow up as he examined ring side. Nodding in seeming satisfaction, Pohatu ran up and slid in underneath the bottom rope, popping up to his feet immediately.

The teams argued with each other, over which member of each team were to come out first. Finally the games of paper, rock, scissors and the like were played. Finally it came down to the opponents Petrov, Starr, Wilkie, and Jacob Collins. Petrov starts things off with a double hammer strike to the chest of Shadow Starr , knocking him to the mat. Wilkie comes charging toward Collins, but was cut short by a swift kick to the gut , then Collins takes his opponent down with a sunset flip into a pin
1! 2!

Rayne:” Collins gets a nice upper hand over Wilkie early match.”

Bennett:” This match should start us off to a great PPV.”

Wilkie counters, by rolling forward, putting the move into his own pinning maneuver. Pohatu ran into the ring and broke it up before the ref could count, not wanting to be eliminated within the first minute of the match. The ref gets onto Pohatu and tells him to get back to his corner after a few seconds Pohatu finally complies. Wilkie takes advantage of the distraction , and launches a forearm to the groin of Collins, and rolls him up into a pin. The Ref turns around and quickly starts to count.

Collins and Pohatu ELIMINATED

Rayne:” Wow, what a quick elimination! Wilkie takes out Collins and Pohatu before Pohatu gets a chance in the ring.”

Bennett:” yes and what a dirty underhanded, literally, tactic he used!”

Collins rolls out of the ring holding on to his groin gasping for air. With an angry look on his face, Pohatu leaves the ring, assisting Collins back up the ramp. Now down to three the team of Frosty and Wilkie change up, Wilkie feeling quite satisfied with himself. Frosty saunters into the ring, both Shadow and Petrov not amused by the costume clad frosty. Both men team up on Frosty with a double clothesline. But that is about the extent of it as Starr wheels around, nailing a forearm to the chest of Petrov, he staggers back close enough for Figgins to make a tag. Figgins makes his presence known with a Running Knee lift to Starr, nailing him right on the Chin. Out of the corner, he sees Frosty getting back to his feet, well lower globe rather. Of course, that does not last too long as Figgins takes him back down with a spear. Figgins tries to claim an early win by going for the pin on the snowman.

Rayne:” Wow, what a kick! Figgins must be K.Oed from that maneuver. Oh dear I can almost feel it.”

Bennett:” I concur, that stiff punt from starr is going to sway the match here.”

Figgins rolls onto his back, holding the side of his head . Starr smirks, after all these years he finally gets a chance to punch Figgins in the mouth that has belittled the Talent of Starr for so long. Of course, Shadow did not get to enjoy this as Frosty pegged him in the back with a punch. Shadow turned around , to deliver a punch of his own, staggering the snowman. The two soon went into an Exchange of blows, now forgetting about Figgins who was now getting to his feet. Figgins got behind Shadow and wheeled him around into a SWINGING NECKBREAKAH. With Shadow on the ground Figgins waved his hand toward Frosty, telling him to bring it.
Rayne:” Returning from injury Fig makes his impact felt bringing down Starr with a nice Neck breaker.”

Bennett:” And now we have former GB champion up against, well, a snowman.”

Frosty sauntered forth , Figgins smirking at how interesting this exchange will be. Figgins grabbed the left arm of Frosty and fluidly wrenched it behind his back. Figgins follows up with an elbow to the back of the head and letting him go. He chuckled, it was too easy. Frosty seemed rather peeved at the attitude of Figgins and charged. Figgins slipped to the side and got behind Frosty, hitting a back suplex and bridging into a pin. Wilkie of course wasn’t going to let Frosty screw this up , began to get into the ring but was cut short by Petrov as he was yanked down from the apron.

Wilkie grumbled and exited the ring area, not believing this humiliation.

Rayne:” And we are now down to two teams.”

Bennett:” yep, with that elimination we are left with Shadow starr, ian vs Figgy Vitaly.”

Figgy and Vitaly look at each other deciding who would be best suited to represent the team. Shadow and Ian do the same. Shadow and Figgy are sent out and start to circle each other. Figgy and Shadow lock up, a slight feel of CTC déjà vu kicks in for anyone who knew about the company was interested in what was to follow. Figgy gets the upperhand and takes shadow to the mat after working around the arm. Shadow was technically behind on Figgy, quickly being pressed to the mat and wrenched in a head lock. Starr manages to bring the lock to his feet elbowing out and bouncing off the ropes, returning in a flying forearm. Both men get back to their feet quickly, Starr bouncing off the ropes once again returning into a knee lift from Fig.

Bennett:” Figgy with the upper hand over Shadow.”

Rayne:” Figgy is quite the technical wrestler, ready to break his way back into the lime light.”

Jacob brings Shadow back to his feet and pushes him into his own corner chopping several stinging times. Vitaly extends his hand and gets tagged in by his partner. Figgy snapmares Shadow forward and Vitaly connects with a drop kick combo. Vitaly makes a quick cover only for a quick kick out to follow. Shadow brings himself to his feet only to find himself on the bad end of a few punches. Vitaly whips Shadow across the ring and heads center ring awaiting the rebound. Shadow returns and gets nailed with a hard hiptoss. Vitaly quickly capitalizes with a knee drop on the shoulder. Ian looks eager to tag in but is unable to with Shadow held down. Vitaly takes hold of Shadows arm and kicks it a few times before tagging in Figgy who lands in a running soccer kick to the arm.

Bennett:” Quick tags From Figgy and Vitaly here in this match.”

Rayne:” They are also keeping Shadow in there corner and focusing on a body part. Sound strategy.”

Figgy brings shadow to his feet and brings him to the ropes, wrapping his arm around it and pulling it illegally. The ref makes the count and Fig lets out of it quickly. Fig taunts the ref a bit about not doing anything wrong before back tripping shadow rather effortlessly. Feeling a little cocky Figgy taunts Ian who is angered about not being able to get into the ring. Figgins drags shadow inch by inch closer to Ian only to stomp on Shadows out stretched arm. Jacob pulls Shadow away by his foot when Starr turns over and kicks him off. Shadow scurries to his feet and makes a leaping tag before Fig can do anything about it.

Rayne:” Jacob gets himself in trouble with his ego, now shadows made a tag.”

Bennett:” and I’m sure now that Ian’s in they’ll regret not keeping with their strategy.”

Ian charges in nailing a harsh forearm knocking Figgy to his back. Jacob boosts right back up and is nailed with an arm drag. Following pattern Fig gets up again finding himself on the mat moments later with a snap powerslam. Ian’s calling vitaly into the ring as Jacob lays dazed and hurt at his feet. Potrov complies entering without a tag. The ref is powerless to stop him as the two enter a fist fight back and forth. Ian starts getting the upperhand with rapid step jabs finishing off with a rolling elbow! Vitally falls to the mat holding his face as Ian taunts the crowd having gotten the upperhand back in this match.

Rayne:” Ian fighting strong against his two opponents here tonight, hard punches and speedy slams for everyone.”

Bennett:” Lets see how long he can hold it.”

With this taunt Figgy and Vitaly get back to their feet, taking Ian from behind with a double elbow. Ian staggers forward into the ropes near a recuperating Shadow starr. Vitaly and Figgins grabs Ian and turns him, whipping him across the ring and following half way. At this point Shadow is finally to his feet and aims to help out, leaping to the top rope in a spring board. Ironicly Ian had the same plan hitting off the ropes and diving back with a double elbow. DOUBLE ELBOW CLOTHESLINE COMBO!! Figgy and Vitally drop hard getting squished together with the moves. Shadow and ian boost back to their feet in a small celebration before Ian dives for the cover on Jacob. One Two Kick out!

Bennett:” Ian and Shadow working well as a team and looking out for each other.”

Rayne:” and that’s proven with that spectacle spring board combo.”

Vitaly rolls out of the ring and back to his apron, letting Figgy take on the fresh Ian. Jacob is pulled to his feet and dragged to the ropes, chops and elbows flurry the Irish wrestler. Ian with his strength whips Figgy across the ring, following him connecting with a running European uppercut when Figgy hits back first into the turnbuckle. Jacob staggers out and is launched back with a snap suplex followed by a quick cover. One, two, kick out! Ian drags his opponent to his feet sending in a right hand once to the vertical, following up with grabbing an arm wrench. Ian drops a few elbows on the arm before twisting up into a hammer lock. Figgy struggles for a moment before reversing and bring in his own hammer lock. Ian stomps in pain before mounting his own counter, snapmaring Figgy over head to his rear and following with a sleeper. Figgy shifts to his feet and struggles around the ring a tad before slapping an out stretched VItaly hand. FIggy hoists Ian up on his back a tad allowing Vitaly to get a good grip on Ian dropping back in a back cracker, pulling Ian right out of the sleeper.

Rayne:” Nice counter, Figgy and Vitaly might be able to get back into this match here now with that move.”

Bennett:” not if Shadow has anything to say, he’s rushing the ring now.”

Bennett was right as Shadow speeds into the ring landing a few blows onto Vitally. Figgy helps out his partner send in a few elbows and knees backing Shadow to the corner. Vitaly and Figgy quickly move in and hoist Shadow to the top rope before launching him over head and onto a rising Ian. Vitaly quickly nods to Figgy and heads to the men pulling them apart and playing them head to head with each other. As this is happening Figgy is climbing the ropes. With a thumbs up the bombs are deployed DOUBLE MJOLNIR!!!! Figgy holds his elbow rolling away as Vitaly quickly dives for the cover on Ian ONE TWO THREE!!!

Shadow Starr and Ian are eliminated!

Eric:” and your winners areee, Jacob FIGGINS and VITALY Petrov!!”

Scottie Snow vs Mike Anigma vs Project X

Fan's Choice Match

Boxer leaves as the lights dim as the intro theme to The Pink Panther starts up.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... hailing from Memphis, Tennessee...

Snow enters the stage area and has a serious look on his face. He marches down to the ring and slide under the bottom ropes.

Eric Emerson: SCOTTIE SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scottie snatches the mic away from Eric and paces the ring for a moment. He pauses in the middle of the ring and raises the mic to his mouth.

Snow: I know that all of you expected this "great" Fan Choice Match. But I'm here to inform you that Anigma and PX missed their flights. So goodie for me no match. Not so good for you, Robinson. Because this means there isn't anything that can stop me from walking to your locker room and...

The melodic sounds of rain drizzling and a church bell ringing in the distance begins as a steady pour of red pyro falls from overhead like a curtain of blood, a rain of death. The area goes dim and pale red light spotlights some certain areas. A strong drum beat gives way to AFI’s "Miseria Cantare - The Beginning". Eli Storm emerges from behind the curtain of red, his hair reflecting in the sparkle of the pyro, he beats his fist against his chest and thrust his fists in the air.

“Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us”

Storm begin to stroll down the isle paraded by a devious drum beat. He is wearing a black Armani Suit and black shoes. A white button up shirt with the top button undone. He tips his black Nike Storm shades. His black hair draped over his face. He swipes his hands against a few die hard fans outstretched paws, like a living messiah. His cockiness drips off of him like sweat. He stares at the ring for a moment.

”Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame... Incinerate”

He scales the steps to the ring and slowly slips between the ropes and hops on the nearest turnbuckle. He grins and scans the crowd. Storm hops off the turnbuckle and steps into the middle of the ring, smiling. Snow isn't please that Storm has just interrupted him.

Storm: Sorry to get in the middle of your little speech here, Scottie. But it almost sounded like you were about to go and mess up one of my main events.

Snow:'re right thats exactly what I'm about to do.

Storm: aren't. You wanna beef with Phoenix, then you do it on Rampage, but not on my night...on my show!!

Snow quickly cocks back and nails Storm right on the jaw, staggering the producer of tonight's events back a little bit.

Snow: Do I look like I care about this show. Robinson disrespected me... played me and all I ever wanted was his respect. THE RESPECT THAT I FUCKING EARNED!!!

Storm rubs his jaw before raising his mic to speak.

Storm: I'm going to let that one slide, Snow. Due to the fact that I understand your anger. But if you ever touch me will be the last time you ever touch anything.

Snow steps up a little closer to Storm.

Snow: Or what, Eli. You're a washed up wrestler that is far pasted his prime. You best days are now behind a desk of a show that you have let slip back into nothing. So why don't you hurry on back to the offices and let a actual wrestler handle his business.

Storm sets up like his is about to hit Snow and Snow is just waving him on. Instead of hitting Snow, Eli raises the mic.

Storm: Security get this man out of my ring and escort his ass out of the arena before I forget my manners and mess up this nice suit.

Snow goes to attack Storm, but Security rushes the ring. They grab Snow and force him out of the ring and up the rampway as Storm just stares at him with a very pissed off look on his face. As Security pushes Snow through the curtain, Storm slowly leaves the ring and walks up the rampway, all the meanwhile letting Scottie's words echo in his head.

Jethro Hayes vs Aeolus Wrath

Path to 3! Match

ERIC EMERSON: The following match is set for one fall and has no time limit. It is a Path To Three match, meaning the match will start out in the backstage area and will end up out here. There are no disqualifications and the match will continue until one man either is pinned or he submits. The two participants in this match up are...
ERIC EMERSON: Introducing first, from Somerset, Bermuda. He stands at 6'2" and weighs 206 pounds, he is... The "Code of Energy" Aeolus Wrath!

"Code Of Energy" by Papa Roach blares as up on the screen a picture of Aeolus Wrath is shown.

"Thank God I'm A Country Boy" playes through the speakers as up on the big screen, Jethro Hayes is shown.

ERIC EMERSON: His opponent from Lean Ox, Ga he stands at 6'7" and weighs in at 315 pounds... Jethro Hayes!


On the PWA big screen, Jethro stands, waiting on his opponent, he is unaware of Aeolus walking up behind him. *THWACK!* Aeolus levels a trashcan lid onto Jethro's skull, the big man doesn't go down, but stumbles forward a bit. Aeolus hooks his foot into the handle of the trashcan lid, delivering it to meet Jethro's skull with a resounding crack in a roundhouse kick; Jethro goes to both knees holding his wounded head.

RAYNE: Aeolus showing Jethro who is boss in this match.

BENNETT: Jethro not able to get a shot of offense yet, due to the cowardly attack by Aeolus Wrath there.

Aeolus is a mad man as he brings the lid down once, twice, and a third time on Jethro's skull; he is trying to knock the much bigger man out. He grabs a nearby table, wiping the materals off of its surface, he manages to get Jethro's body up onto the table. Grabbing a ladder, he climbs to the top of the ladder and leaps with a flipping front 360 degree flip into a frog splash onto an empty table. Jethro manages to move just in time as Aeolus crashes into the table, but it doesn't break. Jethro is looking uncharacteristically upset, the attack from behind isn't the way people are supposed to do co-workers. He grabs the nape of Wrath's neck, dragging him off the table and into his grasp.

RAYNE: Dirty trick by Jethro to play possum.

BENNETT: Jethro upset at the antics of Aeolus.

RAYNE: He is huge!

BENNETT: Jethro stands five inches higher and weighs one hundred and nine pounds more than Aeolus.

Jethro delivers a forearm shot to the back of Wrath's head, another, and a third. Scooping him up, he slams him down on the well made table, it still doesn't break from the two impacts. Jethro brings the ladder over, closing it with a resounding snap and powerbombs the ladder on top of Aeolus, who writhes in agony. Jethro then takes the bringing it down with another snap onto an empty table, Aeolus falls off the table. Jethro is standing there, shaking his hands from the vibrations of the table making contact with the table when his legs are swept out from under him and his head makes contact with the concrete floor. They haven't moved from the area, so the choice of weapons is limited, but the ladder and table are still there. Aeolus places the ladder, in a leaning position, up against the table. He whips Jethro into the ladder, but a reversal and Aeolus is sent into the ladder. Wrath runs up the ladder, which slides out from under him knocking Jethro to the ground. Aeolus kicks up from the top of the sliding ladder, to the wall, and back with a spinning toe kick to Jethro's temple, but the big man has already hit the floor. Aeolus somehow turns the move into a double stomp coming down on Jethro's stomach, the hick gives out a loud "oomph!" Aeolus is back to his feet and in search of weapons to use to his advantage in his fight. Jethro is up to his feet, staring at the retreating back of Aeolus Wrath, he smiles as he pushes up to his feet. Jethro grabs the ladder and heads after Aeolus, who grabs a steel chair. As Aeolus turns around, he is surprised to find Jethro standing there ladder in hand. He swings the chair quickly, but Jethro blocks it with the ladder. Aeolus swings again, but once again Jethro blocks it. Jethro charges at Aeolus, the steel chair thrusted out catching Jethro in the stomach, but the ladder catching Aeolus slightly. Jethro stumbles back, releasing the ladder, Aeolus backs into the wall releasing the steel chair. Both men shake their head and charge at one another.

BENNETT: So far, not much action, but what there has been is fierce.

RAYNE: A lot of blocks and the few attacks have hurt.

Aeolus slips behind Jethro in a floating go behind, wrapping his arms around Jethro's waist. He then pushes Jethro into the concrete block wall, Jethro barely managing to get his hands up to prevent a broken nose. Aeolus with a standing dropkick sending Jethro into the concrete wall as Wrath grabs the steel chair. He swings the chair connecting with Jethro's back, he stumbles. Aeolus places the steel chair under his feet, like a surfboarder, and delivers a dropkick to the back of Jethro's knees. As Jethro falls backwards, Aeolus is there with a reverse tornado DDt, making the back of Jethro's head connect with the ladder. He is up quickly with the steel chair, he brings it down on Jethro's forehead once, twice, three, and four times; Jethro is busted open. The blood trickles down his face as he fights through the repeated stomps from Aeolus, he smiles a look of determination in his eyes. Aeolus swings wildly with the steel chair, Jethro blocks it. Aeolus swings again, Jethro blocks it again. One more swing from Aeolus, Jethro grabs the chair, shaking his head no. Boot to the gut of Wrath, elbow drop to the back of his head. Aeolus goes to one knee, clutching at his neck Jethro brings the steel chair down across his back, Aeolus goes to the floor hard. Jethro picks him up whipping him into the concrete wall, Wrath bounces back into a spinning front facebuster.

BENNETT: Aeolus is busted open now!

RAYNE: That cheating hick!

Jethro picks Aeolus up dragging him towards the entrance way, but they pass a utility closet, who's door is open. Wrath latches on to the open door and Jethro is haulted. He turns and Aeolus uses the door to propell him with a one legged dropkick to Jethro's face. Jethro is forced backwards and Wrath has found a supply of weapons. He drags Jethro over to the door, placing his head in the door fram. He slams the door onto Jethro's head, the bottom of the door breaks off. Bending down, Aeolus takes the splintered remains of the bottom of the door and drags it across the face of Jethro, digging deep gouges into his face, the blood pours freely now. Jethro's face is a mask of red as his blood drips down the side of his face to pool around his head, Aeolus smiles at his handy work. Looking at the bottom of the door and Jethro's head, he slams the door again, digging at least one more gouge into Jethro's face. Jethro is obviously weakened from the blood loss and it will only get worse. Reaching into the closet, Aeolus brings out a mop bucket and mop. He picks up the yellow hard plastic bucket, driving the container down hard onto Jethro's face repeatedly, the smile never leaving his face. He chunks the bucket away and grabs the mop handle using it, he whips it across Jethro's stomach area. Jethro rolls over onto his side, trying to protect his midsection and Aeolus cracks him across the ribs with the wooden mop handle, it breaks off in his hands leaving him with two splintered pieces.

BENNETT: That is sick and damn saddistic.

RAYNE: Yeah, isn't it great?

BENNETT: Aeolus is a man possessed right now.

RAYNE: He is definitely dominating Jethro now.

Jethro is half-way inside the utility closet now and has something grasped in his hands. Aeolus comes in bringing down one end of the mop handle. Jethro sprays a fire extinguisher into Wrath's face, it drives him backwards. Aeolus is wiping at his face, not having seen what it was, but feeling the effects of the cold. He is wiping furiously at his eyes as Jethro manages to get back to his feet, blood pouring down to soak into his overalls. A clothesline sends Aeolus down to the floor and Jethro grabs the empty mop bucket. Bringing it down in an arc, it connects with Wrath's face, busting his forehead open. The door has closed and Jethro Irish whips Aeolus into the closed door, the impact of Wrath colliding with the wooden door busts it off its hinges and he flies into the small room. Jethro walks in following his opponent, Aeolus charges out. Lowering his head, Jethro back body drops Aeolus up and down to the concrete floor, he landed on the mop bucket smashing it to bits. Jethro leans on the wall and wipes the blood from his face; it shows the grooves in his face, while deep they aren't as bad as first thought. He picks up Aeolus over his shoulder and rams his head into the concrete wall, blood begins to pour from Wrath's head now.

BENNETT: Jethro with the advantage now.

RAYNE: He has to be cheating somehow.

BENNETT: I haven't seen a way to cheat in this match yet.

RAYNE: He is saddistic, he should be stopped.

Aeolus manages to slide off the back of Jethro, he kicks feebly at his legs, but Jethro is a man on a mission. He turns around charging at Aeolus, who manages an arm bar to the ground. Jethro's face smashes into the concrete and Jethro spits out a tooth.He powers up quickly delivering a right hand into Wrath's face, twice, three times and the hold is released. Jethro turns around from the force he puts behind a huge haymaker that sends Aeolus into next week. Wrath actually goes flying up into the air for a few feet, landing on his back. Jethro walks over, weaving slightly from the blood loss he has received. Aeolus is struggling to his feet and manages to reverse an Irish whip from Jethro, who is sent barrelling down the hallway Aeolus hot on his heels. Being much quicker, Aeolus quickly catches up taking Jethro down with a bulldog, turning it into a side headlock. He looks around for a weapon, he smiles because they are now in the concession area.

RAYNE: Finally, Aeolus manages to get past that saddistic attack of Jethro's.

BENNETT: I don't like the way he is smiling though.

Fans mill around, whether to get food or to get close to the action out here. Aeolus snatches a hot dog from a kid and shoves it into Jethro's windpipe and he begins struggling to breathe, his face turns redder and redder; it isn't from the blood. Aeolus stomps down on the hotdog, shoving it further into Jethro's mouth. Jethro rolls over coughing the offending food out of his mouth, he is breathing really heavily. Wrath stomps on the back of Jethro's neck, drops a leg across it as well, pushing Jethro's face into the concrete and cutting off his air supply. He pulls the big man to his feet, slamming his head into the counter that is about a foot away. . Aeolus is a mad man as he backs away from the counter and catapults Jethro up into the air and down across the counter, the cash register goes flying. Jethro rolls on over to behind the counter, the workers scatter out of the way of the action. Aeolus leaps to the top of the counter, cash register in hand, and flips forward and down across Jethro's chest. Jethro gets his feet up, driving the cash register into Wrath's face, he drops the cash register quickly. Jethro is back up with a clothesline driving Aeolus back over the counter. Jethro then climbs to the top of the counter diving with a double axe handle smash that connects with Wrath. Both men lay on the floor, drained, but the match must continue.

BENNETT: What happens if they kill each other and no winner?

RAYNE: The match must continue.

Both roll away from each other and manage their feet at almost the same time. Lock up and a kick to the gut from Aeolus following up with an even flow DDT to the concrete floor. He lays there as does Jethro.Aeolus gets Jethro to his feet, intending to do some more damage but he is cut off as Jethro shoves on up and somehow has Aeolus in a gorilla press slam. He pushes Aeolus up into the air and drops to one knee, Wrath's face comes across Jethro's knee, he falls to the floor in a heap. Picking him up in a fireman's carry, Jethro marches down to the entrance ramp. As Aeolus is carried to the entrance ramp, they pass the table and ladder from earlier, Jethro stops. He looks at the table, and then turns to look at the nearly destroyed ladder. He slams Aeolus down onto the table and sets up the ladder. Jethro positions Aeolus in between his legs, going for the Planter, and he climbs to the top rung of the ladder.

BENNETT: No! Jethro, that isn't right.

RAYNE: Sick Country Bumpkin!

Aeolus back body drops Jethro down to the table below and it bursts into splinters, Jethro lying among the broken remnants. He looks around for a way to get Jethro down to the ring, he finds nothing at all to use. He struggles to get the bigger man to his feet and kicks him down to the entrance ramp. Jethro doesn't go very far, because of his injury, but a little bit is better than nothing.

BENNETT: I think Jethro is dead.

RAYNE: No, you can't kill hicks easily.

Aeolus grabs Jethro's wrist pulling him down to the entrance ramp, Jethro is dead weight. Somehow Wrath is able to pull the bigger man up to his feet and Irish whips him. Jethro reverses and Aeolus is sent through the curtain at the top of the entrance ramp; the crowd erupts finally the action is in front of them. Aeolus stops his downhill run turning to find a stumbling Jethro coming down the ramp. Jethro falls to one knee, shaking his head, the blood flies in droplets from his face.

BENNETT: Jethro is weakened heavily here.

RAYNE: I bet Jethro will not look past an opponent again.

BENNETT: He didn't look past Aeolus this week.

RAYNE: He said it was just another day at the office, bet he never had a day like this on the farm.

They lock up on the entrance ramp, the incline being a disadvantage to Aeolus' attempt to overpower Jethro. Jethro places a boot into Wrath's gut, doubling him over. He comes down on his back with a huge meaty forearm, another, and a third. Aeolus is down to his knees and sweeps Jethro's legs out from under him, Jethro falls to his back on the metal ramp. Aeolus flies on top of Jethro with some MMA style punches, Jethro fights back, they have gotten energy from wsomewhere. They are rolling around throwing punches, lefts and rights. They are about middle way down the entrance ramp and close to the edge and a seven foot drop off. They don't seem to notice or care as they stop the rolling off, but a haymaker punch miss by Aeolus sends them flying off the side of the entrance ramp. Both fall at the exact same time into a table holding the weapons for the Caged Rage match. They lay unmoving in the debris of the table and weapons. EMTs come down quickly to check on their condition, but both are moving, slowly, but they are still moving. Jethro, being himself, checks on Aeolus' health to make sure he is still alive, but he is rewarded with a barbed wire baseball bat shot to his groin. He grabs himself as the men in the crowd groan in pain and torment; they understand what something like that must feel like. Aeolus pulls the bat back for a golf shot and nails Jethro again, only his hands protect the jewels from another vicious shot, but his hands are now ripped and bloody.


RAYNE: Yeah, that had to hurt those country buttons.

Aeolus stands over Jethro, bat held high, intending for a downward shot on Jethro when he kicks out with both feet sending Aeolus into the broken remnants of the table. Jethro gets to his knees, the crotch of his overalls stained a dark bloody red. He falls on his forearms looking at the ring then back to his opponent, who is trying to get himself untangled from the table and debree. Jethro shoves himself up, weaves left and right but manages to get his balance; he heads for Aeolus. Aeolus is yanked to his feet by Jethro, Aeolus' back is a bloody mess, the skin ripped and bloody. Aeolus digs down deep somewhere and finds some strength, he punches wildly at Jethro, who in kind, returns the favor. Aeolus is sent stumbling back with a hard haymaker punch that connects solidly with his jaw. Bending down, Jethro grabs a barbed wire wrapped steel chair and stalks after Aeolus. Aeolus has his back turned to Jethro when he feels the smack of the steel chair and grabbing prongs of the barbed wire in his back; his back arches in pain as he hits his knees from the torture he is enduring. Jethro swings the chair, connecting solidly with the back of Wrath's head, he goes down. Jethro hauls Aeolus up to his feet and makes their way down to the ring, he is walking sort of bowleggedly, from the baseball shot. He rolls Aeolus into the ring and follows somewhat quickly after him. Using the ropes, Jethro pulls himself up to his full height, as Aeolus does the same in the same manner. They stare at each other, looks of pain and understanding in their eyes. They sort of charge at each other, their dwindling energy, finally drained. Jethro dives into Aeolus with a shoulder block, it doubles him over either from pain, or the lack of energy to fight back. Jethro wipes the blood from his face and lifts Wrath up and slams him down with his finisher, The Planter.



BENNETT: Both of these men have fought hard and valiantly.

RAYNE: Jethro cheated, somehow, he cheated.

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the Path To Three match, Jethro Hayes!

Controlled Violence(Lazarus/Stone) vs Flynn/Stevenson

Tag-Team Showcase Match

Bennett: Thank you for tuning in so far ladies and gentleman and it is now time for the Tag Team Showcase! The current reigning PWA Tag Team Champions, Jamie Flynn and Kyle Stevenson will take on the pairing that pretty much came about at X-Mas at Ground Zero, Controlled Violence, Viktor Stone and Corey Lazarus.

Rayne: This should be an interesting match-up due to the fact that we have two pretty new teams match up against each other. With three of the members of this match having success in the singles arena.

Bennett: Well, we already know that Stevenson and Flynn can get the job done as a team, it's Lazarus and Stone that need to prove that they can actually work as a team hold up, it looks like Eric Emerson is getting some news over the earpiece.

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has now been changed to a Lucha Rules Tag Match. This match also will have no time limit. Now introducing first, representing one half of Controlled Violence…

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

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

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR "THE BEAST" STONE!!!!

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

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

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed body. Stone starts to stretch against the ropes and then leans in the corner waiting for the match to start.

Bennett: Stone looking in damn good shape for a man who has gone through the punishment of the Dome. He must still be feeling some of the effects.

Rayne: He isn't the only one who has felt that punishment. He partner was one of the other wrestlers thrown into that insane match.

The lights in the arena die, and the ADC-Tron shows nothing but a black and white film countdown

A massive drumroll cues up The Crown's "Crowned in Terror," and brutal metal riffing pours from the PA system. The riffs build and then die as one guitar plays, with the drums and other instruments coming in to accent. The 35-second mark cues...

...and Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain, his eyes hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban's, his arms hanging at his sides after he runs his fingers over his moustache and goatee.

Eric Emerson: Introducing at this time...his partner and other half of Controlled Violence…

A primal scream covers the music at the 44-second mark, and Lazarus steps further onto the stage, turning around slowly to take a quick look at the ADC-Tron before stopping at the end of the stage, his back to the ramp and the ring before turning around.

Oh, it's not over yet
Consuming flames of the faceless one
There's no time to repent
As you bow before the serpent god

Eric Emerson: He weighs in tonight at 230 pounds...

Lazarus jogs in place at the end of the stage, shaking out his limbs, and then begins walking solemnly down the ramp. He points up at the ADC-Tron, focusing everybody's attention to images of his glory: dropping Phoenix on his head with the Mercury Driver to win the 2008 Who's The Man tournament; kicking out after being drilled with Raizzor's Tombstone Shoulderbreaker at Revolutions Per Minute; rolling out of the way of Sean Moro's Near Death Experience and kipping up to his feet, lifting Moro up and dropping him head-first to the mat with the Mercury Driver to capture the DRWF Eternal title.

There's no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn
And ready to attack
The jaws of death are hungry like a war

Eric Emerson: And standing at 6-foot-1...

Corey turns around to face the ring as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again.
Songs of death shall kill the lies forever, and ever
Baptized, burning, cold flames will purify my soul
Our hearts are rotten to the core

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Hollywood, California...

Lazarus steps into the ring and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. The music keeps pounding away as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.
Behead the prophets
Their skulls: trophies in the final war

Eric Emerson: He is "The Premiere Attraction"...

Lazarus bobs his head quickly to the beat of the song, breathing heavier and heavier as he does so.
The plague of man, crowned in terror
Hate and soulless might

Corey leaps to his feet as the main riff returns at the end of the chorus, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban's off, turning his body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere.

Eric Emerson: ...COREY LAZARUS!!

"Crowned in Terror" fades into silence as Corey backs up to his corner, removing his Ray Ban's and handing them off to a ringside attendant. He adjusts the tape on his hands, and then stretches his legs out using the middle ropes.

Bennett: Let’s see if he can continue to build momentum going into Retribution.

"Eye Of The Tiger" busts out over the PA. A spark of blue light emanates from the entrance ramp and slowly starts flashing, the intermittence between flashes shortening, as the speed picks up to a strobe like effect. Slowly strutting down the rampway comes "The Cult Icon" Kyle Stevenson, wearing a pair of his "CULT ICON" shorts in red, and a red sleeveless robe. About halfway down the ramp, Kyle sets into a jog and slides into the ring under the bottom ropes as the lights come on.

Colin Peterson: And their opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is half of the Tag Team Champions, KYLE STEVENSON!

Bennett: Perhaps the most sound and charismatic superstar in the history of PWA.

Rayne: I wouldn’t disagree with that…arguably…

The lights dim in the arena as the opening words to "Bring Em' Out" blasts on the PA. Once the beat begins, the lights start to flash with the beat. The lights stops as the beat fully drops and the song continues. After a few moments, Jamie Flynn steps through the backstage curtain and steps onto the stage. He looks out into the crowd from under his hood, before shaking his head and raising his fist in the air as silver pyro shoot out from both sides of him. He then walks down to ring, ignoring the fans on his way. He hops onto the apron and climbs into the ring. Once in the ring, he throws his hood off, runs, and hops onto the second turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd with a cocky smirk.

Colin Peterson: He is the current Universal Champion, and the self proclaimed Universe’s Greatest Athlete…The Only Diamond in this Business…JAMIE FLYNN!

Bennett: Love him or hate him, he is on top right now, and doesn’t look to be going anywhere ANY TIME SOON!

Rayne: The guy is gold…everything he touches turns to gold.

The men get in the ring as they talk a little strategy.


Flynn and Stevenson knock fists before sending Kyle towards the middle of the ring. Flynn stands off in the corner letting Kyle get his bearings first. Stone and Lazarus agree that Lazarus will step up to accept their challenge. Lazarus walks over to Kyle and laughs. They exchange verbal warfare before Stevenson quickly gives Lazarus a shove. Lazarus looks at Stone and shakes his head before firing back with a barrage of lefts and rights at Stevenson!

Bennett: Looks like the former World Champion doesn’t like the disrespect that Stevenson has showed him!

Back inside the ring Kyle Stevenson grabs the ropes and looks over at Flynn raising his eyebrows in a “Wow” like look. Stevenson goes in closer and invites Lazarus in for a “lock up.” Lazarus puts his hands out and they join up. The taller Kyle goes forward using his size to push over Lazarus. Lazarus’ shoulders touch the mat.


Rayne: Quick one count.

He pushes up quickly and they go the other way, but quickly Lazarus falls backwards lifting Stevenson over him springing him into the corner by Flynn. Flynn asks if Stevenson wants a break and he gives him a “you know me better then that” look. Stevenson walks right back over to Lazarus and puts his hands out again. This time Stevenson quickly kicks Lazarus in the gut and takes him over with a fireman’s carry into a headlock. Stone jumps into the mix now and quickly ends the hold.

Bennett: Here we go.

Rayne: Stone throwing himself in here, and this is going to get nasty!

Bennett: Lucha Libra Style!

Here comes Flynn, as this one officially enters the realm of lucha. Flynn and Stone begin to exchange blows as Flynn throws him to the ropes but Stone counters. Flynn stumbles back and ducks a clothesline attempt and drops kick Stone viciously in the back of the heads. The Beast staggers forward holding his dome, as we cut over to Kyle and Lazarus. Stevenson has him in the corner and his delivering the 10 count of doom, as the fans count louder and louder with every shot.

1! BOOM!



That’s about as far as Stevenson gets as Lazarus lifts him up slightly and then drops down, sending Kyle’s face into the top turnbuckle.

Bennett: OH GOD! Kyle Stevenson is going to be counting pearly whites after that shot!

Rayne: I’ve only seen Riona take it in the face like that!

Bennett: If I was you, I wouldn’t be talking about her so much, especially with her wrestling later on.

Corey gets to his feet now as Flynn rushes in. Japanese arm drag takes the champ down to the mat. Jamie is back up to his feet. Another arm drag, and the tag champion hits the mat again. Flynn pounds the mat in frustration now, as Stevenson sneaks up from behind and locks in a reverse waist lock on Lazarus. Kyle lifts up in a high angle and releases…GERMAN SUPLEX! Lazarus lands on his feet! Stone rushes in! STEVENSON DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE FROM STONE! But as soon as he turns around walks right into Corey Lazarus, who is waiting with the Combo # 5! AS Stevenson stumbles back, Flynn rushes right past him and leaps in the air. He catches Corey by surprise and nails a picture perfect Tornado DDT!

Bennett: Brutal looking DDT right there…

Rayne: And this one is may be over.



FOOT ON THE ROPE! Flynn slaps the mat as he looks at the ref who is stepping back. Flynn turns around to see why he is stepping back and caught with a Running Yakuza kick from Viktor Stone. But before Stone can capitalize on the move Stevenson is back up throws Stone into the corner. SPLASH BY STEVENSON! Stone staggers out…and Stevenson lifts him up! Kyle drops Stone neck first on the top ropes, as Lazarus begins making his way to the top turnbuckle. Stevenson sees him out of the corner of his eye but it’s too late…Downward Muay Thai Elbow Thrust to the top of his head! Stevenson stumbles back and goes up and over the top rope onto the floor! Flynn tries for a Spinning Elbow strike, only for Corey to duck and answer with his own Roaring Elbow…

Rayne: Jamie goes for the elbow, but Lazarus isn’t having it!

Bennett: I am embarrassed to say this, but this is a lot more exciting than I thought it would be. I assumed this would be a lot of ground work, but these guys are putting one hell of a show in the early goings on this one.

Rayne: That’s the smartest thing I’ve heard you say so far.

Flynn runs in…HURRICANRANA! Lazarus begins slugging away at the heads of his opponent, as Viktor finally makes it back to his feet. Stone has that mean streak as he rolls out of the ring to where Stevenson is laying at. Stone lifts Kyle up in a front facelock, before taking him start up in the air. He drapes Stevenson across the guardrailing before ramming a knee into the side of Kyle’s head.

Bennett: And this is not where you want to be with Stone.

Rayne: Yeah, Stone has showed that mean streak that seems to increase whenever he is outside of the ring.

Bennett: Well it looks like Kyle is finding that out the very hard way.

Back inside the ring Flynn is able to block a punch and get Corey off of him with a will place forearm shot. Both men roll back and hop up to their feet. The lock up in the middle of the ring as Lazarus goes for the Irish whip! Flynn goes flying into the ropes but at the last second springboards off the middle rope with a crossbody. Jamie hooks the leg for the pin…




Bennett: I thought that was it! What a high risk move by half of the tag champions!

Rayne: Flynn has been with us for a long time, but he gets better and better every damn time he gets in the ring. It’s a crime he hasn’t been World Champion yet.

Flynn gets up now, as he is bleeding a little from the kick to the mouth. Flynn scoops Corey up and throws him to the ropes. Corey rushes back and gets a kick to the gut. Flynn drops him with a High Knee strike. Flynn tries to go for the pin, but is stopped by Stone. Stone swings with a right hand, but Flynn grabs it and pulls him into a shortarm clothesline. Flynn doesn’t let go of the limb, and pulls him in dropping him with a scoop DDT! Flynn hits the ropes and drives the knee into the forehead of Stone. Flynn is once again stopped from continuing as he is rolled up by Lazarus.




Rayne: 3! NO!

Bennett: This has been a great match so far, and I hope this continues!

Lazarus is getting back to his feet now, as Flynn is quickly back up and kicks him hard in the chest. Jamie attempts to kick him again, but Lazarus catches the leg…spinning Clothesline! Spit and blood shoots out of Flynn mouth, as he flies back against the ropes! Lazarus rushes in now and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside! Corey turns around as Stone is up and rushing in at full speed…LAZARUS DUCKS AND STONE USES HOME AS A SPRINGBOARD AND NAILS FLYNN WITH A VAULTING CROSSBODY!!!

Bennett: WOW, a flying beast!!!

Rayne: I guess pigs can fly.

Flynn is sandwiched against the guardrailing. Flynn slumps against the railing and Stone starts to fire knees into the shoulder, neck and head of Jamie. Corey is standing in the ring shouting out instruction to “The Beast”. Stone wraps Flynn up in a belly to belly and sends Jamie up and over onto the arena floor!!! Lazarus hops up on the turnbuckle and looks to want to end this match! But before he can launch himself, Stevenson finally gathers himself and slides into the ring. He runs and hops up on the turnbuckle and sends Lazarus off the top with a top rope German Suplex


Bennett and Rayne: HOLY SHIT!

Bennett: Lazarus is dead! He has to be! HE MUST BE! LOOK AT THE WAY HE LANDED!!!

Rayne: HA HA HA! Stevenson just killed half of Controlled Violence!!!

Flynn and Stone are both out on the outside and looks into the ring as Corey flips on the mat. Stone rams Flynn’s head into the steel steps and rushes into the ring to save his partner! Stevenson quickly send some boots Stone’s way, trying to keep him from helping out. LOW BLOW BY STONE! Stone sets up as Stevenson drops to his knees! Stone starts to unleash some kicks and left and rights as Kyle is trying to block! A well timed Thrust kick goes right through Kyle’s guard and catches him flush on the jaw! Stone quickly grabs Kyle and lifts him up for a powerbomb!

Bennett: This doesn’t look good for Stevenson.

Rayne: You think….hold on Corey is starting to get up.

Corey sees Kyle up in the air and runs full speed towards him. Lazarus leaps up and grabs Kyle by the neck as Stone slams him down.

Rayne: JESUS!!! Stone just powerbombed Kyle Stevenson right into a Backstabber by Corey Lazarus.

Bennett: I think they just broke Kyle’s back.

Kyle rolls off of Corey’s knees as Stone drops down for the cover. Flynn is crawling back into the ring, but Corey spears him back to the outside as the ref goes for the count





ERIC EMERSON: Winners of the this match, Controlled Violence!!!

The two members of Controlled Violence celebrate in the ring as Flynn just looks at Stevenson.

Malicious vs El Rey de Corazones

Caged Rage Match

Eric Emerson: An' now, introducing first. He is from Parts Unknown...... he is the reigning PWA Television Champion, MALICIOUS!!!!!!

The lights cut out. What's heard next is Ozzy Osborne’s howl from "Bark at the Moon." As it finishes, the song begins.

Screams break the silence,
waking from the dead of night!
Vengeance is boiling,
His return to kill the light.

A spotlight appears and standing inside the circle of light is Malicious.

Then when he’s found, who he’s looking for,
Listen in awe, and you'll hear him,

As Ozzy laughs, Malicious begins his decent down the ramp. A few members of the live crowd hold out their hands, but he simply knocks them away.

Years spent in torment,
Buried in a nameless grave.
Now he has risen,
Miracles would have to save.
Those that the beast is looking for,
Listen in awe, and you'll hear him,

Malicious finally arrives at the ring; he looks up at the Cell hanging over the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope, before rolling to the opposite corner. He rolls into the corner, and sits against the post, waiting for his opponent.

Eric Emerson: An' now, his opponent. He is from Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico...and is the current Grizzly Bear Champion... he is EL REY DE CORAZONES!!!!

The Latin rhythms of "Baila Casanova" by Paulina Rubio begin to play El Rey de Corazones emerges from the entrance curtains in his ring gear along with a black sombrero and toreador jacket. Holding the curtain open for Montaña Rose (who is holding a large bouquet of flowers) El Rey then takes Rosa in his arms and they dance a brief Muñeiraon stage before El Rey begins dancing a Bolero down the ramp as Rosa follows tossing flowers out to the crowd.

When they reach the bottom of the ramp Rey turns and takes the bouquet (Which is all roses now) from Montaña and then proceeds to pass them out to the women in the front row. Then he removes his jacket and hat and hands them to Rosa before he climbs into the ring and waits for the starting bell. Slowly the Cell comes down and both champions look around at the cage wall and see the weapons hanging.

Bennett: Fans this match is officially underway, and both men are circling one another looking for an opening. They meet in the middle of the ring and there’s the collar and elbow tie up, and Malicious yanks Corazones closer and begins to fire knees into his rib area, looks like Malicious is gonna try to punish Corazones .

Rayne: Corazones is trying to move with the blows as Malicious now starts to back him up into the corner. Corazones drops down causing Malicious to release the tie up. Malicious goes flying face first into the corner. Corazones is quick to catch Malicious staggering out of the corner backwards.

Corazones wraps Malicious up in a Dragon Sleeper, but before really clenching in the hold, drops Malicious back and should first across his knee. Corazones keeps the hold on Malicious and lifts him up…Corazones steadies himself and begins to lift Malicious up in the air. El Rey holds him there for a moment, before dropping him chest and stomach first on the ring ropes. While Malicious is hanging on the ropes, Corazones measures him up and nails a picture perfect dropkick. Malicious goes up and over onto the floor crashing against the Cell wall hard. Malicious tries to pull himself up using the Cell but is interrupted by a Corkscrew Planca. Malicious is mashed into the Cell again and just slumps down as El Rey shakes the cobwebs out. Corazones tries to follow up with a quick knee, but Malicious moves to the side at the last minute allowing El Rey to smash knee first against the Wall. Malicious rolls up and dropkicks the same knee causing Corazones to hit the floor. Malicious grabs a chair and rolls into the ring and puts some room between him and Corazones, so he can breathe. Corazones slowly pulls himself into the ring and is met with a chairshot to the back of the head.

Bennett: Malicious trying to dictate the pace of this match!

Malicious wraps up Corazones and whips him into the corner! Malicious rushes in with a chair asst. Splash that crushes Corazones into the corner! Corazones tries to pull himself up but is met with a leaping Calf kick to the face by Malicious. Malicious looks down at Corazones and points to the chair. Malicious lifts up Corazones and nails him with a quick snap suplex.

Rayne: What the Hell is Malicious thinking? He isn’t bashing Rey’s head in. Instead he is wedging the chair between the top and second turnbuckle.

Malicious drags El Rey into the corner and faces him face first against the chair. Malicious is signaling for the Head Trauma. Malicious rushes in and goes for that big boot, but Rey quickly drops his head and Malicious’ foot goes right through the chair. Rey rolls up against ropes as Malicious staggers back, pulling his leg out of the chair. Rey grabs Malicious and nails a Dragon whip on the injured leg. Malicious hits the ground and Rey gives him no time to rest as he drops down and lock the leg. Malicious wisely starts’ kicking at Rey’s legs until Rey is forced to let go.

Rayne: Rey rolls back and looks to be measuring Malicious as he pulls himself up against the ropes


Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!

Corazones hits the wall face first before landing chest first on the ground. Malicious rolls out of the ring and hobbles over to El Rey.

Rayne: Malicious is limping a little bit, but I would much rather be limping then take that crash that El Rey just took. Malicious is looking at the supermarket of weapons that is the cage wall. He decides on the garbage can lid as Rey starts to stir.

Malicious slams the lid down on Rey’s back, making sure the edge of the lid lands solidly on the back of Rey’s neck. Corazones tries to roll back into the ring but Malicious grabs him and yanks him back outside. Malicious tries to slam the lid down on Rey’s face, but catches a dropkick right to his hurt leg. Malicious drops down to one knee and Rey uses that to thrust his knee against the side of Malicious’ jaw. Rey hops up on the nearby steps as Malicious finally gets to his feet and is staggering. Malicious turns around…missile dropkick and Malicious goes flying back to the ground. Malicious rolls up and is greeted by a Japanese Arm Drag….and another…..and another. Malicious slaps the ground and slowly gets up as Corazones watches him.

Bennett: Corazones getting the quickness advantage over Malicious.

Rayne: How hard is it to be quicker than a one legged man!?!

The two lock up outside again, this time Rey pushing Malicious back into the Cell wall. Corazones with a side headlock and seems to be wrenching it in tight on Malicious. Malicious is trying to get Rey to let go and spies the trash can lid on the ground near him. He quickly nails Rey with a low blow, who lets go as Malicious grabs the lid. Malicious lets out a loud scream and slams the lid down on Rey’s forehead. Rey staggers back and shoves him back into the ring. Rey slowly gets up as Malicious sizes him up…..HEAD TRAUMA!!!!! Malicious goes for the pin…




Corazones kicks out and Malicious slaps the mat. He reaches down and grabs the lid that he tossed inside the ring and waits for Rey to make a move. Malicious hits the ropes as Rey gets to one knee, Malicious comes off the ropes and goes to nail Rey with another lid shot…but Rey quickly leaps in the air and kicks the lid right into Malicious’ face.

Rayne: Rey with a very big move and a much needed one, because Malicious was an inch from getting his brains scrambled. I don’t know about you but Rey needs to cut this trying to wrestle thing and go weapons shopping if he wants to win this match.

Rey kips up and picks up Malicious and whips him into the corner. Malicious bounces out of the corner right into the waiting arms of Rey. Rey lifts Malicious up, right into the Argentine Backbreaker Rack. Malicious drops to the mat off of Rey’s shoulders. El Rey picks Malicious up and lifts a knee to his stomach before firing him chest first into the ropes. Rey grabs Malicious for a picture perfect belly to back suplex!

Bennett: El Rey is known for his technical skills and he shows that be using some of the most technically sound suplexs in the business.

Corazones picks Malicious up and goes to whip him into the ropes, but Malicious reverse and like a cat, Rey hops on the ropes and right onto the Cell wall! Malicious looks up at Rey, confused by what he just saw. As he looks Rey pushes off the Cell wall and flips backwards nailing Malicious with a moonsault!! Wraps Malicious up for the cover!




Rayne: Malicious is able to kick out…the TV Champ is still in this one!

Rey sighs and picks Malicious up and fires him into the ropes. Malicious quickly slides right under the bottom rope and leans against the Cell wall. Rey not wanting to give him any chance to breathe run at him and leap over the top rope. At the last minute Malicious side steps and Rey crashes next to him. Malicious starts to unhook the table hanging on the cage wall and bridges it between the wall and ring. Malicious grabs Rey and rams his head against the ring apron a few times before rolling him back into the ring!

Bennett: I don’t know what insanity Malicious has planned, but if I was Rey, I’d be fighting like hell to avoid it right now. But Malicious isn’t giving him a chance as he starts to fire boots at the GB Champion. Malicious is yelling to get the cameras ready.

Rayne: Malicious looks like he wants to end this match and he is looking to end it in a very big way.

Malicious sensing Corazones moving, rushes in with a Yakuza Kick, but misses as Corazones sidesteps him. Malicious goes by and Corazones quickly picks him up for a German Suplex. Malicious folds up on impact. Corazones circles Malicious waiting for him to attempt to stand. Malicious gets to his feet and is greeted by a vicious clothesline by Corazones who comes off the ropes with a lot of speed and force. Corazones drops down and wraps Malicious up with a chinlock. Corazones rams the knee into Malicious’s spine, trying to wear down the TV Champion. Corazones lets go, but only to nail a well timed dropkick to the back of Malicious’s neck. Malicious sits up holding his neck, trying to breathe, but Corazones hits a rolling Neck Snap.

Bennett: Nice move by Corazones who floats over for the pin!




Malicious barely kicks out!

Rayne: Malicious is starting to show a little wear and tear, if Corazones is smart he’ll stay on him.

Bennett: El Rey looks around and sees the trash can lid on the mat. He reaches over for it, but is thinking against it. This is not a smart move…he need to do something to keep Malicious down. I think if Corazones is smart…he’ll quicken the pace and force Malicious to use that leg a lot more then he wants to.

Malicious is slowly getting up as Corazones comes off the ropes and chopblocks Malicious from behind. Malicious goes down to one knee and Corazones nails him with a dropkick to the face. Malicious rolls into the corner, as Corazones stomps him all the way there. Corazones steps back and rushes in with a knee to the jaw of Malicious, which rocks the TV Champion. Corazones steps a few paces back and slaps the mat before running into the corner again. Malicious at the last minute, kicks Corazones’ legs out from under him. Corazones hits the ground and Malicious leaps in the air and drops a knee into the ribs. You can hear Corazones scream from the impact.

Bennett: Did you see the height that Malicious got on that leg!

Rayne: Malicious needed that, because he had lost control of things for a moment. He wraps Corazones up and nails a brutal looking Wheelbarrow Suplex. Malicious rolls through with the move and nails another leaping knee to the rib area.

Malicious pulls Corazones up and fires an elbow right into Rey’s face and wraps him in the ropes, Corazones is struggling to break free as Malicious slides out of the ring and walks along the Cell wall. Corazones is trying and peers to his right side and sees Malicious pull down the Singapore cane. Rey struggles harder but Malicious wrapped him up tight. Malicious positions himself behind Rey and gets in a baseball hitter pose. Some of Corazones’ fans are screaming at Malicious to stop but the Masked Champion flips him off and begins to fire shots to the back of El Rey. Corazones screams with each shot as Malicious seems to be working out some rage on Rey’s back.

Bennett: El Rey de Corazones is getting worn on right now by Malicious. And it looks like the TV champion is about to slide into the ring and continue.

Rayne: The crowd is really letting Malicious know what they think about him as he starts to play things up. The fans start to throw things at the cage as Malicious just waves them to come in and try to stop him. But if I was Malicious, I would focus on El Rey he has just freed himself from the ropes and has a very pissed look on his face.

Malicious turns around to finish the job on Rey and is greeted with a boot to the midsection, causing him to drop the Singapore Cane. Rey picks up the cane and looks out towards the crowd who is chanting for him to use the weapon. Rey starts to shake as Malicious starts to get back to the vertical standing base. The crowd explodes as Corazones starts to fire rapid shots to the forehead of Malicious. Malicious is staggering around as El Rey screams towards the crowd, who screams back at him to keep going. Corazones reaches back for another shot as Malicious stands still. Malicious braces for the next shot and Rey just tosses the cane at Malicious. Malicious catches the cane; as soon as he does El Rey rears back and nails the Heart Kick, taking Malicious off his feet. The GB Champion looks fired up as Malicious hits the mat hard. El Rey fires Malicious to the corner and nails a brutal looking clothesline.

Bennett: Corazones is signaling to the crowd that he is going up top

Rayne: The GB champ winds up Malicious’ arms and hops up onto the top turnbuckle

Bennett: The fans are going ape shit as Corazones starts to walk the ring ropes!

Malicious out of instinct slaps the ring rope with his free hand. Corazones falls and straddles the rope hard to the disappoint of all his female fans.

Bennett: Malicious has a crazed look in his eyes as he hops up on the turnbuckle. He reaches out and grabs Malicious by the neck.

Rayne: If he is about to do what I think, he is truly nuts!

Malicious flips off the fans and points towards the nearby table that he set up earlier. He lifts up Rey and leaps back.


Rayne and Bennett: OH MY GOD!!!!

Rayne: Both men are lying on the side of the ring against the Cell beneath pieces of wood.

The crowd looks on as Malicious seems to be the first one to attempt to move. Malicious piece the broken pieces of wood off of him as he sits up. Malicious grabs the Cell wall and pulls himself up. Malicious picks up El Rey and rolls him into the ring. As El Rey lies in the ring, Malicious starts to pull all the leftover chairs off the Cell wall.

Bennett: What more does Malicious want to do to El Rey!?!

Malicious picks up El Rey and plants him into the ground with a vicious DDT. Malicious lays Rey a foot or two away from the corner and places all the chairs on top of him. Malicious climbs the turnbuckle and with a chair of his own. Malicious leaps off the top with a flying chairshot, crushing Rey under the chairs laid out on top of him!!! Malicious just lets his arm drape over the metal covered body of El Rey.

Bennett: And the ref is counting.




Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match…the reigning PWA Television Champion, MALICIOUS!!!!

Malicious rolls off the metal heap tired and hurt and rolls back into the corner as the ref grabs the TV title and places it in the worn out champion’s waist. The Cell starts to lift as EMTs start to make their way down to the ring to check on both men and help them to the back.

A Word Of Entertainemnt

The cameras cut backstage, where Corey Lazarus, Viktor Stone, and Gregory Price are celebrating their recent non-title victory over the PWA World Tag Team champions. Corey pops open a bottle of champagne, pouring it all over Price who takes it, showing little amusement by the occurence. Viktor nods to the camera, tapping Corey on the shoulder, and Lazarus just drops the champagne bottle, letting it thunk off Gregory's head before smashing on the floor. Price rubs his head, his eyes squinting from the sudden pain, and Lazarus clears his throat.

Lazarus: Why helloooooo, PWA audience. And hello, Jamie Flynn. You may remember me as the guy who was just out there in that ring, kicking your ass despite your in-depth "training"...

Corey makes the quotation marks with his fingers as Viktor slaps Price across the face to remind him what pain actually can be.

Lazarus: ...that prepared you for myself and Stone. What happened tonight, Jamie, is just a sneak preview, since everybody knows I love using my lame-ass movie anecdotes, of what's going to happen over the course of the next few weeks leading up to Genesis 9. Viktor here is going to run roughshod through Flynn and through Riona. And the L-A-Z? Well, to be painfully, brutally honest...

Price: He's going to smack Malicious, Project X, and that punk Hayes like the pitiful little bitches they actually are!

Lazarus: Why the fuck do you have to steal my lines, man?

Price: Well, I wanted to talk...

Lazarus: Whatever.

Laz shakes his head, rolling his eyes.

Lazarus: So after tonight, I'd say that, in our respective tournaments? Controlled Violence has just about every ounce of momentum heading towards Genesis 9. But hey, that's life. Deal with it. Rock n' roll, bitches.

The scene heads back to the ring as Corey orders Price to get more bottles.

Hunter Sullivan vs Chamelion

You Light My Life Match

Rayne: “And here we go, our first main event of the night!”

Bennett: ”the trifectah of hardcore matches is just ahead of us, and we’re starting with the “you light my life” match.”

Rayne: ” Such a brilliantly ironic name for these two. Hunter and Chamelion have been farrrr from friends since Sullivan showed up in PWA.”

Bennett: ”It all started when Hunter was hired for a hit on chamelion, costing him a match against a backstage referee.”

Stage hands give the thumbs up as they finish setting up the ring and surrounding area. Light tubes are strung around the ring creating the not so illumined feel of danger. Around the actual ring are trash cans with jumbles of lighttubes tossed in. Joining them at ring side are bound together groups of lights tubes, 10 a bundle helped together with three lines of tape. Other contraptions such as squared pieces of light tubes, tubes tied to the shaped of a cross and some bags of already broken lighttubes. Under the ring holds some pure unknown dangers. The ring is set up to be a death trap of it’s own, two parallel sides of the ring have glass tubes tied to each rope all across till the turnbuckle, The other two sides are clean. Each turnbuckle corner has light tubes strapped on for brutal contact. The king of this set up lays at the stage, on the left and right of the stage are two diabolical demonic light tube structures. Slightly lower in height then the actual stage, these structures are the goal of the match. These are the structures that have to take sacrifice before the match can conclude; either Hunter or Chamelion must fly through one of the two respective cache’s of tubes.

Bennett: ”Followed by that, Mark returned the favor and cost Hunter his IC title match against riona, and another match VS Flynn and Stevenson.”

Rayne: ”Don’t forget that this match was supposed to already happen in a more, gentile, if I can say that, match. But Mark was attacked and Sullivan was left to face Nightmare.”

Bennett: ”Toss in a few back stage attacks, a trip to a museum, and a deep hate for each other and here we stand. Three months in the making.”

The lights dim, and strobe lights begin to flash around the entrance stage when the following lyrics explode over the arena speakers.

Bennett: ”The wait is over.”

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me!

Eric Emerson: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245lbs…Mark “CHAMELION” Sommers!

Walking confidently out onto the stage, Chamelion, attired in dark green wrestling tights and a black fishnet shirt, looks around the arena, aware of everything. Mark takes a prolonged glare at the lighttube structures to his left and right. You can easily trace his eyes as he take mental notes about the location and possibilitys to the weapons around the ring.

You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith

He stands there, silently for a few moments as the music swells around him. His eyes lowered to the ring. The tubed robes and tubed turnbuckles highlighted in caution.

I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate

At that point, Chamelion whips his head up, his hair flying back and he has the look of a predator about him, as he moves towards the ring with focused determination.

I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tension rising

I hear voices in my head,
They council me,
They understand,
They talk to me! They Talk to me!
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)
They talk to me! (talk to me, talk to me, talk to me!)

As the chorus fades into the second verse, Chamelion arrives at the ring apron, a slow smile creeps across his features. Sliding into the ring on his belly, his hands propping his chest and head up. Walking around the ring Cham slides his hand across the glass tubes and for see’s the events surely soon to take place. Jumping to his feet, he offers a wink to Eric and turns and moves towards the corner turnbuckle. There he stands waiting for his opponent, intently awaiting his arrival.

Rayne: ” Mark’s here, now we only how our rookie, Hunter The Viper Sullivan.”

Bennett: ”Do you think he’ll have a chance against the vet in Chamelion?”

Rayne: ” This isn’t Hunters first day art the park but to taste the wrath of The sommers in this environment, it be a hard task for any man.”

Eric stands center ring, watching around waiting for his signal to start. With thumbs up from a stage hand listening through a headset, Eric begins his announcement.

"The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, This match has no time limit, and will end only with a three count, or Submission AFTER the class tube structure has been brought into use. Either competitor can only attempt a victory after sending their opponent through the glass tube structure. Entering second from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN"

The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.*

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*
Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. About the glass that surrounds him, shifting his head around he finally come in contact with his rival of the night, Mark Sommers.

Ding ding ding

Mark Sommers glares down his opponent, circling the ring slightly. Hunter parallels his movement keeping an equally as intimidating of a glare. Mark bursts forward and Sullivan meets him, the two lock up and the adrenaline starts pumping. Mark starts to get the advantage pushing Hunter back towards a light tubed siding. Realizing the danger Sullivan switches his hip over and takes Mark down with a judo hip toss, quickly chained into a headlock. Mark struggles a little before rolling a tad and pushing himself up on his knees and getting to a vertical. Sommers pulls back into a tubeless set of ropes and whips Sullivan across the ring. Sullivan goes running Rebounding off the ropes and returns to a hip toss attempt, Hunter keeps his ground before sending up a counter knee. Sullivan rolls through and grabs Cham in the same position, only this time Hunter tries the drag the man to a light tube infested corner. Mark lands in his own knee realizing his danger! Switching up the hold Cham lifts Sullivan up in a belly to back suplex over head, Sullivan lands it. Quickly Hunter Hooks up trying to grab a Half nelson lock, before the throw can take place Sommers leans forward and snap mares The Viper over head.
Pushing himself back to his feet, Sullivan finds himself to close to the dangerous ropes, Dropkick! Hunters chest smashes into the glass shattering it and marking the first use of the weapons!

Bennett: ” It doesn’t take very long at all for the glass to be introduced in this match.”

Rayne: ” Well when you look around the ring and ring side that’s not hard to believe. “

Hunter staggers off the ropes looking down to his slightly bleeding chest, a few shards lightly puncturing and sticking to his chest. Dropkick! Another kick drives hunter forward and over the ropes hitting the apron then the matting outside. Mark taunts slightly to the crowd before rolling to the outside after his foe. Hunter has pushed himself back up to his feet, grabbing a stick of glass from out of a garbage can. Unaware the Devious one closes in only to get an arm full of glass tube. Cham immediately holds his arm, only for Sullivan to grab another tube, another shot, directly to the leg on the same side. Mark staggers back and turns, leading to one more shot base ball batted across the back. Sommers falls to one knee holding his back. Sullivan smirks taking the can and pushing it into the ring with all its dangerous friends included. Quickly after Sullivan grabs a nearby bundle and slides in next to the trash can. Hunter walks towards Cham who has pushed himself back up and picking a piece off his arm. The Viper meets his foe with a hard left hand. Mark retorts with a right, Hunter retorts himself sending in a right, right, right, and a finishing left. Cham staggers back into the barricade, getting a stinging chop to his chest. fans are patting at Marks shoulders and back. Hunter hits another chop, then another before grabbing the writhing Sommers and pulling him to the apron and rolling him in.

Bennett: ” Both men are returning to the ring now for who know what destructive forces.”

Rayne: ” Hunters placed some objects into the ring, it’s only a matter or time before they are brought into play.”

Hunter gets into the ring himself stalking a Chamelion who is getting back to his feet. Swiping a tube from the trash can Sullivan gets ready to swing upon Marks turn. Sullivan doesn’t fault and swings as soon as he see’s the white of Cham’s eyes. This doesn’t turn out good enough as Cham ducks the swing and quickly capitalizes with a hard right hand. Hunter drops the tube and staggers. Mark quickly pulls his head back and sends it forward slamming his fore-head right into Hunters nose which a quick headbutt. The devious S.O.B follows up with a quick knee to the stomach that stuns Hunter more. Grabbing Sullivan’s arm, Mark attempts to Irish whip him into the fluorescent light tube covered ropes. Hunter charges full force towards the ropes, but is just able to stop him self in time from crashing into the fluorescent light tube covered ropes for the second time. Hunter instantly spins around, and sees Cham standing there giving him a golf clap mocking him. The two men circle each other again, before locking up once more. Hunter gets the upper hand when he headbutts Sommers. Sullivan Irish whips Sommers off towards the fluorescent light tube covered ropes. Sommers is just barely able to stop him self from running into the ropes! Mark turns only to see Sullivan making the charge, drop toe hold! Sullivan hits chest first off the second rope adding to his chest injuries. Sommers smirks as he watches Hunter writhe in pain.

Rayne: ” That’s twice Sullivan has found himself chest first in contact with the tubes now.”

Bennett: ” Something tells me we can expect even more then that.”

Mark quickly gets back to work grabbing the trash can full of tubes, which has narrowed down to 7 at this point. Sullivan is trying to regain his footing, holding at his bleeding chest, swiping away loose glass. Mark sets the trash can down next to Sullivan and pulls out a tube smashing it over Hunters back! Sullivan crawls forward to center ring, holding at his back only for another tube, and another, and another, ALL SEVEN! Mark isn’t finished as he tops off his rampage grabbing the trash can itself and bringing it down hard on the Viper’s back. Hunter lays surrounded in glass center ring. Mark not being able to make any sort of victory attempt here just yet, smirks at another idea. Looking down at the hurt and bleeding Sullivan kicks his arm to his side before running to one of the tubeless ropes. Fans pick up in cheer as Cham returns from the ropes and jumps over Sullivan still down on the matting. Speeding forward Sommers hits the parallel ropes leaping up to the second rope, FINAL TOUCH!! Mark lands chest to back landing on the glass that lay there. Mark bounces off Sullivan and kicks at the matting holding his chest. Sullivan rolls the opposite way kicking and holding his back.

Rayne: ” Mark nails the final touch touch early here in the match, it’s a quick sign that Chams ready to do anything to win.”

Bennett: ” I’m SURE, Sullivan will be willing to do just as much if only he can regain himself after that.”

Mark grabs the ropes and brings himself to his feet, Sullivan still down and out with the signature move. Sommers grabs the Light tube bundle that Hunter had gotten before growing a smirk. Sullivan had started moving to all fours when Sommers smashes the Light tubes across the back of the cocky Viper wrestler. Hunter yelped out in pain as the glass shards glisten over the matting. Sommers grabbed two move tubes off the ropes and smashed them brutally off Hunters back one after another. Cham called for a chair, glaring at the time keeper. As soon as contact was made the man got off his ass and handed him the one he was sitting on. Hunter holds his back in pain as Sommers grabs another light tube and kicks Hunter flat to the mat laying the light tube on his back. Mark grabbed the chair and lifted it up smashing and shattering the light tube over Hunter back. The glass cut sharp, blood beginning to flow harder with the shot. Hunter clawed at the matting after the shot, Cham holding an advantage. Hunter is pulled to his feet and sent into the turnbuckle with a whip. SHATTER! Hunter hits back first into the glass, white smoke covered the turnbuckle in a fog as Hunter makes a cry of pain. Cham smirking moves in and lands in a toe kick several times. Soon after Mark grabs Hunters arm and attempts to shot him into the parallel corner! Refused, Hunter counters using the momentum to switch place’s with Mark sending him with more force into a bundle of Light tubes. Mark meets them chest first staggering back holding his chest. Hunter grabs the previous chair used by Sommers , clearly hurting as he grabs it. The chair is unfolded and set up in the center of the ring, evil spreads in his mind quickly taking advantage of Cham’s hurt state.

Bennett: ” Finally Hunter gets his hands on some offence. This set up doesn’t look good for Mark.”

Rayne: ” I’m going to have to agree, what ever is planned, I’ll bet you my well paid salary it’s going to hurt.”

Grabbing Mark, Hunter pulls him over to the chair, quickly hooking him up into a suplex position and pulling him up! No, Mark changes his momentum and drops to the mat. Cham launches in a knee shot before turning the position, having himself in front of the chair and Hunter in the position to be put through it. Sommers lifted Hunter up, however, neglected to fall back, instead Mark gordbusted Hunter on the ropes with Light tubes attached to them! The glass causes Hunter stomach to tare as he falls forward into the ring! Mark turned around and quickly rolled out of the ring, taking a chair from a more then happy to comply fan. The teen cheers loud and hard getting high fives from his friends around him. Cham rolls into the ring and grabs the other set up chair and piles them on top of each other. The most Devious S.O.B takes a hold a bloody Hunter and pulls him towards them. Sommers grabs Sullivan and sets Hunter’s head up in-between his legs smirking. Mark lifts Hunter up then hooks his right arm around Hunter’s left leg. Sommers jumps up and drives Hunter head first into the two folded chairs with a cradle Piledriver!!! Hunter’s head bounces off the folding chair the body hitting with a recoil, bouncing with the attack. Hunter is rolling on the ground holding his neck and fore-head. Sommers is sit sitting on the Chair then he does his duel throat cut to thumbs down taunt signaling that this is over here and it is over NOW. The crowd is in uproar as Hunter cradles his neck in pain.

Rayne: ” What a god aweful assault, hunter could very easily be knocked out cold from that move alone, no added chairs needed. “

Bennett: ” If it wasn’t for the fact you have to be tossed through one of the structures at the ramp, I’m sure this match would be over.”

Rayne: ”Well if Hunter can’t compete, it doesn’t matter either way.”

The ref moves in to check on Sullivan’s condition, however, Sommers pushes the Ref away and makes go for an assault. The ref pulls Sommers away, wanting to know if the star is Ok Marks gets into the refs face. “This is Hardcore Wrestling Bitch, both of us came here tonight with murderous intent, both of us know what we are risking, and as a unwritten code of hardcore NO MAN IN HELL, gets carried away from this ring until the match is over”. With that Mark pushes the ref to his ass. Hunter starts to cradle his neck and show a look of pain, the ref gets to his feet and doesn’t check for damage in reply of the intimidating request . Sommers pulls Hunter to his feet t by his hair, looking at the weak and damaged wrestler. Mark push’s Hunter into a corner with the Light tubes already busted out of them. Sommers grabs about 4 light tubes around that turnbuckle and holds them in front of Hunter abdomen, Kicking them into the bare stomach of the Viper one after another. Hunter is too much in pain to make much of a retaliation from the assault. Mark feeling himself in the extreme lead knows full well he has to be careful or something could come back and stab him in the back, literally. Mark delivers an elbow shot before turning back-on to Hunter and snapmaring him over head to a sitting position. Mark quickly sends in a shin kick to Hunters back causing him to cringe in pain. Sommers taunted Hunter a little more looking around to see what he could do to inflict more pain. Hunter grabbed a lighttubed rope and pulled himself off the ground in a wobble and stagger.

Bennett: ” Cham lays down the rules to the ref and he seems un-eager to comply, but does.”

Rayne: ” Well, just think about it, this all started with a ref, and I’m sure Cham will make sure it doesn’t end with one.”

Mark grabbed a Bundle of Light tubes that was on the apron and smirked showing his rubedo teeth. Cham looked at Hunter who lost his ability to stand and fell back first into the turnbuckle free of tubes. Sommers charges with the tubes in front of his face looking to do maybe a body splash or clothesline. Hunter dazed pushes himself into the air, kicking his boots up! Hunter smashed the light tubes straight back into Sommers’s face knocking him clean to the mat with a twitch! Hunter staggered back into the corner as Sommers held his face after the harsh boot. Hunter used this moment as a possible momentum changer, dropping to the mat and basically dragging himself out of the ring. There he tumbles to the matting, tossing up the apron reaching under and grabbing the top of a ladder. It held an average size as the fans hit more cheers as the glimmering steel comes into view. Hunter sloppily lifted the ladder up and placed it onto the apron pushing it inside. Hunter stopped to catch his breath, only now taking note to the pain he was going through, his back filled with glass cuts, blood stains on the ring from just laying there. Quickly grabbing two trash cans full of tubes and rolling them in next to the ladder, Hunter rolled into the ring following the ladder. Mark was making his slow return to his feet, a little blinded from the shot as glass had got him above the eye and was bleeding down blinding the eye. Hunter picked up the ladder and tossed it at Sommer’s back knocking him back to the ground.

Bennett: ” Hunter finally gets himself into this match! Bleeding back, but he’s back into it.”

Rayne: ” and along with him he brings a ladder, this can only mean bad for Chamlion.”

Bennett: ” did you know under another name, Hunter was very versatile with the hardcore style?”

Rayne: ” oh? Well maybe we will se some of the tricks he learned from then.”

Hunter laid in a small kick to the side of Sommers before grabbing the ladder again, laying it right next to and parallel of Sommers. Hunter rolled the man over onto the ladder, quickly grabbing a few light tubes placing them gently on Mark, the fans started to there feet as Hunter signaled to the top rope. Hunter moved to the apron and started to climb! Mark had enough wit about him to roll off the Ladder and pushed the light tubes to the side, retreating to the out side of the ring. Hunter grunted as Sommers rested on the barricade wiping his eye clean of blood allowing temporary sight from the eye. Hunter jumped down to the apron and took aim at his man wanting to make some impact after having such a move planned. Hunter dodged across the apron diving off, Sommers having his vision dodged out of the way! Hunter catches the barricade and a whiplash. Sommers took the advantage back as he moved to the apron reaching into the ring and grabbing the ladder, pulling it out onto the protective matting. Hunter held his jaw in pain roughly getting to his feet Sommers got a good hold of the ladder using it as a battering ram to send Hunter over the barricade and into the crowd. Security backs the people around as Hunter holds his face feeling his head entering a spitting headache.

Rayne: ” Hunter doesn’t seem to be able to catch a break here, foiled at every end.”

Bennett: ” this match seems one sided but we’ll see how long that’s able to last before Sullivan can finally get a harsh momentum changer.”

Sommers set the ladder across from the apron to the barricade, Hunter held his face in pain, starting to stagger back to his feet. Sommers jumps onto the apron, wiping his eye clean once again finding that the drying blood was causing the wound to cease the bleeding for the time being. Sommers needed his sight and balance as he started to RUN across the set up ladder, Hunter now to his feet turns just in time to see Sommers make a twist and back flip, Hunter managed to get his hands up in front of his face as he is MOOOOOONNNNNSAUUILLLLLTED!! Both men are down as a ‘Holy Shit’ chant starts up switching to a Sommers chant and finally to a PWA chant. Sommers is quick to his feet and quickly goes to more painful tactics. Sommers goes over the barricade and back to the ring, tossing up the apron and reaching in under grabbing a traditional table with light tubes strapped on, pulling it out next to the ladder. Soon after Mark quickly sets the table up, moving slowly back to where Hunter is trying to get back up. People, who now feel more supportive of Sullivan, start to nag him on a bit to get to his feet. Hunter grabs the top of the barricade and is pulling himself up as Sommers moves back into the crowd to retrieve the damaged man. Sommers lets in a hard forearm to the upper back of Hunter trying to keep him down, however, Hunter comes back with a stiff elbow shot knocking Sommers back a bit. Hunter repeats until Sommers falls to one knee. Here Hunter grabs a chair and folds it, smashing it hard against the Devious S.O.B’s head. Sommers falls back, but The Viper grabs him and drags him back to his feet. Hunter smirks, but winces in pain quickly after. Sullivan grabs Sommers around the waist in a waist lock, and looks back taking aim. Sulivan, with a deep breath and a little bit of questioning in his remaining power, pulls back, and hard.. BELLY TO BELLY OVER HEAD INTO THE LADDER!!!!!

Bennett: ” What power!! After all the shots and damage that man has taken, he is able to not only send Mark over the barricade, but onto the ladder!”

Rayne: ” very, very much agreed. Not many men can come back from the assault Sullivan has been victim to and pull that move off, but he did.”

The ladder somewhat supports the weight but it bends causing a V shape. The fans are up in chants “This is Awesome!” and some “Hunter” chants this time. Sullivan crawled himself over the barricade and laid lump on the ground for a moment catching his breath. The viper then dragged himself basically to the apron, reaching in under the ring, Hunter grabbed what he was looking for and pulled it out. Another steel ladder, a larger, bigger, higher, ladder. Hunter pushed it a bit to the side as he went back to a pained Sommers, pulling him off the ladder and moving him to the table. Gently rolling him atop the light tubes laid there Sullivan smiles. The Viper grabs the larger ladder once again finally setting it up directly in front of the table, Hunter started to climb. The climb is rocky as effort is being drained just to climb. Mark on the other hand moves from his sitting area, starting to climb the ladder from the other end. Fans cheer as Sommers moves his foot up step by bloody step, with a sloppy hold onto the metal. Hunter had noticed and it was now a race to the top. Sullivan reached first shortly followed by Sommers. Hunter sent out a left hand, Sommers sent back a Right. Hunter moved up a bit, as did Sommers, both men where waist up above the surely 15 foot ladder! Hunter sent in a chop, Sommers hit a Head butt, Chop, punch, head butts, elbow, all where tossed back and forth. Sommers started to get the upper hand, head butt after another caused Hunter to wobble, almost falling, gaining an “OooOoOoh“ comment from the fans each time Hunter swayed backwards.

Bennett: ’ this is not a very good position to be in with either man! There is no way this can end well, not a chance!”

Rayne: ” I have no idea what Hunter and Cham are intent of doing to each other tonight, but what ever it it, it’s way to far. They need to know when to draw the line.”

Mark grabs Hunter and pulled him in, he locked him into a suplex position, Sommers pulls up!! Hunter kicks his feet, dropping back down. Sommers sends in a body shot trying once again SUPPPPLLEEEXX!!??? No Hunter did it again!! Hunter laid in a furry of body shots! Mark lets go of the suplex! Hunter takes hold of Sommer’ legs taking them out from underneath him! Mark doesn’t fall as Sullivan keeps them in grip, crossing them over in such a familiar way! Sullivan leans back hooking his legs under Marks arms! TEXAS CLOVER LEAF!!! Sommers cried out in utter agony, the ref looking at the man from below, the match can’t end just yet, but that doesn’t matter to Sullivan who grinds it in. Blood dripped and splattered on the ground below as Sommers needed a way out of the hold, but none was known! Cham grinds his teeth as he tries to suffer through the move, Sullivan has to let goo sooner or later! Hunter doesn’t give up his hold wrenching even harder! Sullivan lessens the hold, positioning himself to release the hold and get his feet back onto the rugs of the ladder. Hunter succeeds in his task, but still holds Cham by the legs. The fans don’t realize what is about to happen right away, watching as Cham is dangled from the ladder, it all comes into view as Sullivan moves up and brings his legs over to the other side of the ladder. Sullivan looks down before stepping off! SHATTERING MADUSAAA!!!! The fans EXPLODE to their feet cheering out amongst the wreckage

Rayne-“ HOLY FUCKSHIT!! They are dead! Plain and simple, they are paralyzed, Dead, mauled, They are Out Fucking COLD.”

Bennett-“ Get some Medical staff out here! These two men are done, they gotta call an end to this here tonight. They’ll end up killing each other if they don’t stop!”

The ref is moving wood scraps away from the men as medical assistance are rushing to the ring. They have bags with medical supply with them, and a stretcher for each man, the team intends to threat them as soon as they can. The ref knowing it’s not wise to move them backs off and lets the men do there job. Hunter was grabbed by the arm, the medical help asks hunter to speak to him in a sign he is okay. Sullivan moves his head around and grunts hardly able to make a fist. The blood flows and stars to gather on the matting. The med team moves the rest of the scraps away then, almost out of humor, they check for a pulse in Sommers who manages a grunt and twitch of pain. Cham shifts around a little show full body movemet. The announce team looking to a replay of the event, points out that in the fall the move had shifted into almost a power bomb, missing the neck. People breath a sigh of relief as Sommers is denounced as okay for serious injury and is lifted onto the stretcher. On the other hand Hunter, who took the least of the move, is staggering to his feet, people at his side keeping his balance. Hunter grabs the apron not minding the help, he staggers around ring side before falling on the steel steps. The team goes to him grabbing a bandage from the bag, wrapping it around Hunters upper arm that seemed to be hurt from the fall. Sommers had his wound above his eyes cleared and his ribs wrapped before they started to move him up the ramp. Fans move to there feet letting out claps of encouragement towards the men in the match, a Chamelion/Sullivan chant started up respectfully. Hunter smirked and looked around the ring at the shattered glass and remaining Light tubes... Sullivan pushes away the help and grabs another one by the collar “We...we’re... we’re.. Not done..... stop it.. Le..t..le..t us fi..n.ish.”

Rayne: ” What did he say?!”

Bennett: ” well I’m no lip reader but by George I think he wants to continue!”

Rayne: ” kids got a death wish, someone call an end to this and let us go on!.”

Sommers is half way up the ramp when there started a commotion. A camera gets into the scene of the medical team and Sommers. Chamelion is murmuring and causing a hassle towards the team. Hunter got to his feet in a stagger and a daze as Sommers rolls off the stretcher, the camera man picked up the slurred words of “We’re... Not... fi...n... “ the fans are to their feet, Sommers is to his, Hunter rolls into the ring and moves to his feet, and CHAMELION IS HEADING BACK DOWN THE RAMP!! Hunter and Mark meet and BOTH MEN START SENDING FISTS INTO EACH OTHERS FACE!!!

Bennett: ’ This massacre isn’t over yet!”

Rayne: ” I’ve never seen men hate each other so much that they would put themselves through this much damage just so they could see the other suffer.”

Bennett: ” They both claimed to end this tonight and it looks like they are about to.”

Hunter sends in a left hand, Sommers a right, Hunter a right, Sommers a right, Left, right, right, left, left. Fans can’t control themselves as the men rip violently into each other. Hunter grabs Sommers’ arm and whips him to the other side of the ring, but the man counters switching things as Hunter was sent back first into shattering tubes of light, Sommers follows up, running and hitting a clothesline! Both men topple out of the ring with the move. The two men tumble as there weak and battered bodies hit into a second wind. Sommers starts smashing in right hands before getting back to his feet staggering with a limp to the barricade and calling for a chair from a fan. Sommers is cut off as soon as he gets the chair as Hunter knocks Mark with a forearm. Sommers staggers as Hunter grips his hair and pulls him to the steel steps, pulling the man up and smashing him down onto them. A loud bang is heard as Hunter reach’s back up and does it once more. Sommers staggers back falling into the steel barricade, his body is far from healed. Hunter grabs Sommers and pulls him along the barricade finding a fair distance from the steel steps before grabbing Mark’s arm and whipping him forward. It is all for not as Sommers counters turning the move around, Hunter is sent low and smash’s into the steel steps shoulder first. The bandaged arm acts up as Hunter kicks and screams feeling the arm pain at him.

Bennett: ” These men must be made of steel , fighting after that fall, they are going to go all the way tonight.”

Rayne: ” Mark is Alive enough to move, alive enough to think, and alive enough to counter. As long as heis breathing he’ll dish out the punishment.”

Sommers falls to one knee for a second grabbing his breath before rolling into the ring. Hunter moves slowly to his feet following his opponent. Sommers takes a few of the light tubes that where in the cans and charges Hunter. Mark swings but Sullivan ducks under in a sprint, charging into the ropes and bouncing back off them heading back to Sommers. Chamelion turns as Hunter goes low for a seemingly Spear and leap frogs over him. Hunter hits the ropes and stops turning around to see Sommers smash the tubes off his shoulder. Sommers is hitting on the arm that was seemingly hurt during the fall from the ladder. Mark smirks as Hunter reacts in pain. Chamelion quickly grabs the arm and tosses Hunter into the ropes, Hunter, while hurt counters the move sending in Sommers instead. Sommers bounce’s off the ropes as Hunter drops to the mat, Sommers jumps over. Hunter shifts ready for a Monkey flip, coking the legs. Mark stops in time, grabbing the legs, moving to the waist and pulls him up and un-curled. Mark lifts him up to his feet with much effort, now having him in a standing reverse waist lock! Hunter quickly breaks turning around now into his own waist lock. Sommers fights it and manages to break the hand grasp, moving behind Hunter into hammer lock! Hunter quickly drops and Snapmare’s Sommers forward. Hunter follows up grabbing the man into a half nelson when he did it. Hunter pulls Sommers to his feet still in the half nelson! Hunter bends and... HALF NELSON SUPLEX INTO THE TURN BUCKLE! The glass tubes in the corner shatter on contact leaving Chamelion a bloody mess.

Bennett: ” Hunter has taken full advantage of the match here tonight, and the light tube structures have yet to be brought into play!”

Rayne: ” no matter how much these men put each other threw, nothing will come of it until they use that structure.”

Sommers hold his neck as Hunter grabs him by the arm and rolls him over pulling him to a seated position in the turnbuckle. Hunter grabs a bundle of Light tubes off the apron and places them in Sommers’s face. “Mr. Devious S.O,B? This is what I think of you, and your legacy, and you achievements!” Hunter moved to the parallel corner, and got ready to sprint, Hunter launched himself running towards a dazed Mark...VIPPPPPAAAAAA SNNNAAAAPP!! Hunters moved smashed into Cham’s face, and the light tubes! The fans cheer, being very verbal in this match. Hunter quickly grabbed Sommers and moved him to the center of the ring covering for a pin. The ref doesn’t count and it seems Sullivan has been hit one two many times having forgot the stipulation. Sommers’ face wound is re-opened as he starts to pour onto the mat. Hunter got to his feet and exited the ring looking a lil determined as he got handed a chair by a fan on request, 2 in fact. Hunter quickly returned to the ring sliding the two black chairs in before hand. Sommers is stirring a tad as Hunter sets up a chair into the space between the 3rd and 2nd turnbuckle pad, putting the second one to the side. Things looked bad as Hunter turned around returning to Sommers. Mark was to his knees when Hunter pulled him fully to his feet delivering a stinging chop. Hunter kneed the swaying Sommers causing him to double over. The Viper grabbed the man by the helm of his pants , charging towards the set up chairs. Hunter sent him in with a sick smack against the steel chair, casing a bend and pushing it out of place, and to the matting outside. Sommers’s blood litters over the turnbuckle as Sullivan pulls him out and pushes him back on to the turnbuckle. Sullivan grabs the other chair now and walks around a little with it, smacking it off the ground and singling it’s use. Swinging back Hunter releases with all his strength and IMPACT!!! SULLIVAN DROPS FROM AN S.O.S!!! The Sweet sound of success nails Sullivan from nowhere connecting with the chair and then into Sullivans face!!

Bennett: ” Cham makes his return in the match, he just needs to capitalize on it!”

Rayne: ” I’d never think id see Sommers get back to his feet after the fall, none the less fight a match.”

Bennett: ” I just realized something…”

Rayne: ” What?”

Bennett: ” We still got two hardcore matches to go….”
Mark drops to the matting and rolls from the ring, looking to his left is the remains of the table and ladder used previously in the match. Standing next to it is medical assistances who refused to leave the ring incase anything happened that they were needed. With them was the stretcher intended for Hunter use. Smirking Chamelion limps himself over to the device and pushed the medical hands out of the way who try and stop him. Rolling it along the apron next to the ring Mark rolls back in to retrieve his opponent, rolling him slowly out onto the wheeled help. Knowing he couldn’t get the dead weight all the way up the ramp any other way Mark improvises dragging Sullivan atop the stretcher. Pulling him up the ramp Hunter begins to stir only now really realizing what was going on. Before he could roll off mark delivers a clubbing forearm dazing him enough to reach the top of the ramp and onto the stage. Sullivan finally rolls off the device and tries to stagger to his feet. Mark helps him on his way up, pulling him to his feet by the arm and dragging him along closer to the edge. Sullivan Stands dangerously close to the edge when Cham tries to deliver a knee. Hunter counters catching the rising knee and holding it close, spinning it and Cham. On the 180 Sullivan grips up into what seems to be a Half nelson attempt! Mark fights it, sending back elbows until he is free of the nelson. Sullivan staggers back almost falling as Cham falls forward to his knees. Hunter goes after him pulling him all the way back up, sending in a hard punch followed by another. Taking grip of Chamelion Hunter backs over to the ledge grabbing in an exploder! No, elbow, elbow, Mark brings his arm up around Hunters neck, pushing hunters behind his back…. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPTUUUUUUUURRRE INTO THE LIGHT TUBE STRUCTURE!!

Rayne: ” S-sweet jesus…..”

Bennett: ” Someone! Anyone! Come on! Go check on them NOW COME ON!”

Rayne: ” are they… are they okay? Rayne I don’t know if either one of these men will be able to walk after that.”

Bennett: ” It’ll be a god blessing damn miracle if this match doesn’t end here and now.”

Medical crew and stage hands rush in to the glass tube ground zero. The two bodies lay limp in the rubble neither are moving. Light tubes are being pulled put of the way and pushed aside, chucks of the structure still intact. Hasty med members trot through the shards and quickly tend to the wounded. The first doctor on quickly lifts the arm of Chamelion getting no reaction, he’s breathing but not conscious. A hand next to him deducts the same result for Sullivan inches away. The stage hands quickly create a path to Chamelion who is in unison lifted onto the stretcher. Ironically the same one he brought Hunter up onto the stage with. Once lifted to the stretcher the doctor makes a quick twice over for any other injuries to be made aware of. Half a golf ball of skin had been torn out of his leg and is quickly bandaged up to stop the bleeding. No other great injuries with the exception of deep lacerations are noted. Hunter is Soon after lifted onto a stretcher and a similar check over is made of him. Finding similar things to him. The ref moves in and shares a word with the ref who quickly rushes to ring side as the wrestlers of the match are wheeled out.

The ref quickly shares work with Eric who nods and lifts the microphone to his mouth.

Eric:“As a result of a double knock out, this contest has been declared a draw.”

Riona Langly vs The Phoenix

My Bloody Valentine Match

[Riona's entrance]

Eric Emerson: And her opponent...

The horn intro to "Tank!" blares out across the Toyko Dome. As the bass line starts, colored lights around the entrance way turn on and off in time to the music.

Eric Emerson: fighting out of Orlando, Florida...the reigning PWA World Heavyweight Champion....The Phoenix!

The Phoenix comes out dressed like Spike Spiegel, blue suit with a canary yellow shirt, and obivously, his regular Phoenix mask. The PWA World title is slung over his shoulder. He slowly makes his way to the ring, dancing a little to the music. The referee starts to call for the bell, but the Phoenix waves him off and climbs up each turnbuckle, playing to the crowd.

Rayne: Interesting strategy from the Phoenix. He knows that Riona is well-respected here in Japan and won't jeopardize that by attacking him before the bell. He's just letting her stew in her own juices.

Bennett: Well, isn't that just a lovely thought?

Phoenix offers his hand to Riona, who reluctantly takes it, then immediately wipes her hand on her tights. The Phoenix ignores this and goes into an elaborate stretching routine, pulling on the ropes and contorting his body. The referee has enough of this and finally calls for the bell with the Phoenix sitting on the mat in a lotus position. He tries to get to his feet, but Riona is already there.

Bennett: The Phoenix wasn't ready for action yet, he still hasn't taken off his jacket!

Riona grabs Phoenix's arm and throw him, rather than whips him, into the corner. Phoenix hits with a meaty thud and staggers backwards. He can't keep his feet under him and he collapses to the mat. Riona pounces, landing on top of the Phoenix and wailing on him with lefts and rights. Phoenix shoves the much smaller Langly off him and rolls under the ropes to the outside. Riona is out of the ring in a snap and running toward the Phoenix. Phoenix dives under the ring, but only gets about half way before Riona grabs his ankles and pulls him out. The Phoenix grabbed a barbed wire baseball bat while he was under the ring and takes a swing at Riona, but she steps back out of the way. Phoenix scrambles to his feet and takes another mighty swing, but again Riona ducks the swing and it connects with the ringpost, shattering the bat. Phoenix lets out a yelp and turns to run up the ramp and head backstage. Riona looks surprised, but then gives chase.

Rayne: Is this match going to be over before it even gets going?

Bennett: Like him or not, the Phoenix is not normally one to run from a fight like this. What's going on?

The cameraman has caught up with Riona backstage, she's chasing the Phoenix has he runs through the corridors. He apparently took a wrong turn and ends up at a dead end. Phoenix turns around to head another way, but Riona is right behind him and she kicks him in the stomach. Phoenix doubles over and Riona takes advantage of the situation, grabbing him in a double underhook and suplexing him into a pile of nearby boxes. T-shirts explode out of the boxes as the Phoenix hits them and they soften the blow enough that he tries to quickly get to his feet. Unforunately for him, all the shirts on the tile floor make him slide and he accidentally clotheslines Riona as he falls. Both wrestlers get to their feet, kicking the t-shirts away to get stable footing. Phoenix roars and charges, spearing Riona through the door behind her. The door gives way and they collapse inside the room, but continue punching each other as they get to their feet. Suddenly, both of them stop mid-swing and stare at the other side of the room. The camera pans over and we see Rob Robinson standing in front of a television, playing Rock Band. Robinson stares at Phoenix and Riona and they stare back.

Bennett: What the hell is going on here?

Rayne: If Robinson has been in that room all this time, who has Riona been fighting?

Riona shoves the Phoenix away and goes to jump over the couch as Robinson starts to run around it. The Phoenix manages to grab her leg and she comes up short, falling jaw first across the back edge of the couch. Robinson hightails it out of the room, Rock Band guitar still in hand and the Phoenix turns to follow. Riona is grumbling as she gets to her feet to give chase again. The camera follows Phoenix and Robinson as they run down the hall and nearly runs into them as Phoenix suddenly stops short in front of a row of vending machines.

Phoenix: Hey Rob, are those what I think those are?

Robinson: Huh, I thought that was an urban legend.

The camera pans over to show a vending machine selling what appears to be packages of folded underwear.

Phoenix: You got a couple dollars, Rob?

Robinson: Yeah, I think so. Wait, now's not the time!

Robinson turns to keep running, but Riona is right there. She starts to grab him, but is interrupted by the Phoenix.

Phoenix: Riona, can I borrow a couple bucks?

She looks puzzled, then disgusted when she glances at the vending machine and makes the connection. Robinson takes advantage of the situation, swinging the Rock Band guitar and smashing her in the face with it.

Rayne: You know, I think Phoenix, or whoever that is, has the right idea. I'll be right back, Bennett.

Bennett: Sit down!

Riona is once again chasing Robinson and the Phoenix, who have turned a corner up ahead of her. Riona picks up speed and runs around the corner, only to literally run into the massive Moke Doshky. The huge German is standing with his hands on his hips, looking down at the IC champ. Riona gets to her feet, looks around Doshky to see a smug looking Robinson and Phoenix, curses under her breath and gets ready to fight. Riona delivers a beautiful roundhouse kick, but Doshky catches her foot and picks her up, dangling her over the floor. Riona twists and turns, but the powerful Doshky holds it at arm's length and she can't get away. Behind him, Robinson and Phoenix rummage around in some boxes and come out with a couple of crowbars. Then pound them in their hands, threatening the prone woman when they're suddenly laid out from behind!

Bennett: What just happened? Come on, cameraman, do your job!

The camera pivots and we see Scottie Snow and King Agony standing over Robinson and the Phoenix, both holding steel chairs. Snow and Agony high five, then lift the chairs up but Robinson and Phoenix kick them in the stomachs and move out of the way. Doshky is distracted and Riona manages to grab his leg and bit his knee. Moke drops her, but Riona rolls with the fall and springs to her feet, rushing the German and catching him off balance. He stumbles backwards and carries Riona with him as he hits the panic bar on a door and it swings open. The door slowly swings shut and a loud rucus can be heard inside the room. The camera switches back to the other four men fighting, brawling their way down the hallway. Snow has Robinson by the head and is dragging his face along the rough cinderblock wall while Agony and Phoenix are sword fighting with the crowbars. The group comes to a set of double metal doors, hit the panic bars and burst through into the kitchen for the many concession stands. Robinson hiptosses Snow into an open ice machine and the door flips down closed. Unfortunately for Robinson, as he does this, he staggers backwards and interrupts a very large man who is busy eating. We don't see his face because...

Rayne: Its the Masked Lard!

The Lard nails Robinson with a ham sized fist and then picks up an actual ham and hits him with that for good measure. The big man, furious at having his meal interrupted, flips over the table and charges at Robinson.

Bennett: Why did the director just switch the video feed to slow motion?

Rayne: He didn't. The Masked Lard isn't that fast.

Robinson is sprawled on the floor, terror on his face. The Masked Lard continues his glacier-paced charge. Robinson still looks scared, but no longer terrified. The Lard keeps on a moving. Robinson gets up and heads over to help Phoenix with King Agony. At this point, Riona bursts through the double door, dripping wet with seaweed in her hair.

Phoenix: Do you smell fish?

Robinson: We're in a Japanese kitchen.

Riona charges Robinson, who sees her at the last second and sidesteps, sending Riona running into the still moving Masked Lard. She hits him square in the gut and bounces off, like a trampoline. Robinson stomps her, then places a square watermelon on her head. Then he grabs a folding chair and swings it up over his head.


Robinson swings the chair, and even though Riona moves, he still manages to smash the watermelon, cause red melon bits to explode all over the kitchen. Robinson and Phoenix take off, running through a swinging door and into the general concourse area. Riona is right after them, having acquired a cheese grater from the kitchen and tackles Robinson, then tries to use the cheese grater on his forehead. He kicks her away, then grabs Phoenix and yanks the mask off him. We don't get a look at the Phoenix's face, he quickly covers it with his hands, yelps, and jumps over the food counter. A few seconds later, he pokes his head back up, not wearing his normal mask as the Dragon.

Rayne: Where do you figure he was keeping the second mask this whole time?

Robinson picks up the cheese grater and runs it over his now masked forehead a couple of times, runs his fingers over the spot and tosses the cheese grater away, satisfied. He turns to run back into the kitchen, but Riona is blocking the door. He crouches down, ready to attack when she pulls a carrot peeler out from her tights. She smiles evily, but just then the Masked Lard crashes through the door, Scottie Snow, King Agony, and the O'Conner Boys all hanging on to him. He knocks Riona over and falls on top of her. The crowd that has gathered gasps in shared agony. The Lard rolls off Riona very slowly and she tries to sit up, but collapses back down.

Rayne: Yeah, most men can't wait to get off her, either. That was a huge mistake upsetting the Masked Lard, though. They made a documentary about the last time his dinner was messed with. You probably saw it, they called it Godzilla!

Robinson sees his opportunity, drops down and covers her. The referee shakes his head no.

Referee: She's got to be bleeding before you can pin her, Robinson.

Robinson: But she's on her period, so she IS bleeding!

The referee can't argue with that logic and drops down to make the count.


Riona: I'm not on my period, I'm pregnant!

The referee is stunned and stops counting. All the men in the fight (yes, even the Masked Lard), including Robinson, the referee and the cameraman, as well as a few men in the surrounding crowd, look both shocked and guilty and try to slink away. Ron Simmons comes out of the crowd and surveys the situation.

Ron Simmons: ...

Ron Simmons: ...

Ron Simmons: ...

Ron Simmons: DAMN!

In the anticipation, Riona was ignored as she gets to her feet, muttering about how stupid men are, and sweeps Robinson's legs and he hits the ground. She hooks his leg, then remembers the blood rule. She grumbles and heads over to the concession counter to find something. After a few moments, she turns around, fork in hand. However, the entire mob is gone. She looks right down the concourse and sees nothing, then looks left and sees that the brawl has continued on without her. She takes off after the crowd, following it as it goes from room to room in the backstage area, gathering new participants like a snowball rolling downhill. She finally catches it, but before the camera can catch up, it spills out of the room and back toward the ring. The camera catches Langly, Robinson, Dragon, Doshky, Snow, Agony, Lard, the Prisoner, Jon McDaniel, Brian Rentfro, Bud Adams, Lean Bean Miller, Steve Morely, the O'Conner Boys, Jacob Collins, Waldo, Psycho Sandra, Sabine, Rage, Fear, Tundra, Fletcher Moran, Samantha Moran, Dwayne Cross, Fantastic Andy Stricklin, Prima Donna, Cynergy, Metalhead, Reese, and Nightstryker all pouring out of the room and fighting their way to the ring.

Bennett: It is appropriate that Eli Storm is producing this show, cause this is Chaos!

All the men and women are in the ring, fighting each other. There is double teaming, triple teaming, and probably more going on. No real wrestling moves are being executed, just punching, kicking, biting, slapping, stomping, and yodeling. The camera doesn't quite pick up who is yodeling. It is safe to say that things have taken a very ugly turn in Japan. And in the middle of all this mess is Rob Robinson and Riona Langly. Riona lunges with the fork, but Robinson catches her arm. Like a viper, the only snake with arms, Robinson swings his own fork at her, but Riona catches him, too. The stand, locked in a stalemate, trying to stab the other with a fork. Nightstryker bumps into them as he tries to fight down the enraged Masked Lard and they stagger. Robinson cries in trimuph as he looks down, his fork sticking out of Riona's ass. He look of victory is cut short when she points to his head. Puzzled, he gingerly runs his fingers up the side of his head to the fork sticking out the side of his mask. A thin trickle of blood pours down his neck from his mask. Then, the group of Nightstryker, the O'Conner Boys, Scottie Snow, and King Agony finally manage to bring the Masked Lard down. Too bad for Robinson and Riona, he lands on top of them. The ring buckles and caves in and all the combatants fall in a pile in the middle. The refree dives in and a few seconds later, climbs out, calling for the bell.

Bennett: That's the end of the match? Is it because the ring collapsed?

Rayne: No, he's talking to Emerson, there was a winner!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall....THE PHOENIX!!!!!!

The ring slowly clears now that the Masked Lard has been taken down, with Scottie Snow helping Riona backstage and the Dragon and Moke Doshky helping Robinson, the forks still sticking out of them.

Rayne: Incredible, that was the biggest mess I've ever seen and I loved every second of it!

Bennett: It'll be just a few minutes while the ring crew fixes the ring and then we'll head into our main event!

Rayne: Don't forget the crane that'll have to get the Lard out of there first!

Scott Nash Strader vs Matthew Engel

10 Seconds of Magic Match


Rayne: So Bennett, want to go over the rules for our last match here?

Bennett: It’s pretty simple actually. It’s a Last Man Standing match, but both competitors have their fists taped. There are no disqualifications, so these competitors will put each other through hell to keep them down.

Rayne: It’s gonna be a great one, let’s kick it over to Eric Emerson for the introductions.

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hit’s the p.a. system. The ADCtron lights up with a headshot of Scott Nash Strader looking down, with his black bandanna covering his head. He slowly lifts his head as the words to the song begin.

##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: Introducing first... hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds...

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain followed by his daughter Meghan Nash Strader. She joins at him his side as he closes eyes and looks upwards.

Eric Emerson: SCOTT...NASH...STRADERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

##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...##

They begin to walk down to the ring, Scott wearing a white muscle shirt, blue jeans and a pair of buckled black leather biker boots. Meghna has form fitting blue jeans, a old Cowboys From Hell black and white t-shirt, and platinum hoops hang from each ear.

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

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps over the top rope, and heads to the corner awaiting his opponent.


It’s March 14th, two thousand eight. There’s a huge brawl between factions of Straders in the loading bay of a Cleveland Arena. Just when Kaleb thinks he’s finished his job, finished proving to his twin brother that he won’t be living in the shadows anymore, the unthinkable happens.
An eighteen wheeler crashes into the delivery truck with brute force. Kaleb is pronounced dead, Payton is in a coma. Scott Nash Strader would never be the same again.


Rayne: What do you suppose is going through Scott’s mind right now?

Bennett: He seems to be full of intensity and deep thought. Who knows.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Bailey’s Bay, Bermuda…

The crowd stands up as “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica kicks up on the sound system. Matthew Engel comes out from backstage in true vintage fashion. He’s sporting, once again, the dark green tuxedo with a black silk shirt and tie. The crowd erupts for him. After all, it is his last match. Green and Silver pyros begin to shoot off in front of him. He stands tall.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet even and weighs roughly two hundred and twenty pounds…

Matthew Engel begins to make his way down to the ring. He nods his head at some of the fans, but mostly keeps his concentration on Strader who is currently getting his fists taped.

Eric Emerson: He is a former PWA World Champion... he is MATTHEW ENGEL!!!

Matthew reaches the ring and climbs in. He begins to remove part of his tux, and now he’s just left with the wife-beater t-shirt, dress pants, and his wrestling boots. An aid to the referee begins to tape Matthew’s fists. Neither man has taken their eyes off each other.

Rayne: These two men look absolutely focused Bennett. This is going to be a hell of a match.

Bennett: I guess you could ask what is going through Matthew Engel’s mind right now.


It’s October 17th, two thousand eight. We’re in London, England, and Matthew Engel is struggling to keep an offense going against Scott Nash Strader in a London’s Burning World Title match. Strader charges and spears Matthew Engel directly into the flaming cage, and begins to burn him alive. The crowd can hear Matthew cook against the side of the cage, begging for it to be over. He screams.

Then Strader does it again. Another scream echoes throughout the arena.

Strader gets greedy and goes for a third time, but Engel manages to dodge this at the last second and Strader goes headfirst into the cage. Engel with a kick, and a charge, but that is quickly put to rest as Scott hits his patented Scotch Valley Driver on Engel and takes the victory.

Rayne: As much as I enjoy the intensity brought by these two without even fighting, let’s get this match going!


The referee moves out of the way between Engel and Strader, who immediately go to work on each other. Strader gets the early advantage and puts Engel in a hammerlock, but Engel quickly counters with a sharp elbow to the nose of Strader, and Engel follows it up with a sharp roundhouse kick, sending Strader into the ropes. Strader comes storming out of the ropes and nails Engel with a right hook, and follows it up with a big uppercut. Engel staggers back and Strader goes for a grapple, but Engel drives his knee into Strader’s gut and plants him into the mat with a DDT.

Bennett: Engel is trying to take the advantage early in the match Rayne. He’s gotta keep Scott on the defensive if he plans to win this match.

Rayne: I agree, but that’s a hard task. We all know how tough Scott is.

Engel gets Strader up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Engel drops for a telegraphed dropkick, but Strader sidesteps away from it. Engel crashes to the mat, but immediately gets up. Strader delivers a stiff kick to Engel’s stomach and lifts Engel up for a big-time powerbomb!

Rayne: Oh man! The entire ring shook violently with that one! That can’t bode too well for Engel’s back.

Bennett: His entire body for that matter! He had severe injuries, a near death at Ground Zero and I can’t believe his movement is as good as it is.

Rayne: Yeah it seems like that ankle isn’t bothering him at all.

Strader goes into the ropes and does a big-time elbow drop to Engel’s bad ankle. Strader up to his feet, and stomps on Engel’s ankle some more.

Rayne: I take that back..

Bennett: It was only a matter of time before Strader went for that ankle. And Engel knows Strader’s weaknesses too.

Strader lays off a moment and Engel uses the ropes to get back to his feet. He is favoring that ankle, and Strader moves in to attack. Engel dodges a right hook, and delivers a gut punch to Scott. Engel follows that up immediately with a left hook to Scott’s jaw, and then smashes Scott’s face into the turnbuckle. Engel grabs Scott by the head, climbing up the turnbuckle with his feet, leaping off the top and hitting a big-time tornado DDT!

Rayne: What a move!

Bennett: Engel can still pull off some great moves despite that ankle.

Engel slides to the outside and begins digging underneath the ring for weapons. He pulls out a few chairs, a ladder, and a baseball bat. He tosses him all into the ring. Engel climbs up on the apron and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. Strader gets to his feet, but gets immediately knocked back down with a missile dropkick from Engel. Engel gets to his feet and picks up one of the chairs.

Rayne: And Engel’s calling for it! He’s gonna try to put an end to this thing right now!

Bennett: That’s smart, Rayne. The earlier he can get this over with, the less pain he’ll have to suffer in that ankle.

Rayne: And Engel’s going for the kill!

Engel rushes and swings, but Strader blocks it with the other chair. Engel tries one more time, and their chairs collide. They hold them together, face to face, but Strader begins to overpower Engel. Engel slips out of the hold and sweeps Strader off his feet with the chair. Engel lifts the chair high into the air and slams it down on Scott’s chest.

Bennett: OH MAN! That’s gotta hurt!

Rayne: Scott is clutching his chest, I think he suffered a broken rib in that motorcycle accident.

Bennett: And you can bet your bottom dollar that Engel knows that!

Rayne: My.. what?

Bennett: It’s an expression.

Engel throws the chair away and gets Strader to his feet. He lands a right hook, and then slams Strader into the turnbuckle. Engel throws the ladder on top of Strader in the corner and then rushes to the other corner. Engel throws his arm up and then charges. He leaps and tries for a corner splash, but Strader shoves the ladder into Engel’s face!

Bennett: Good God! Strader just cracked Engel’s head with that ladder!

Rayne: That was a dangerous move from Engel, but there would have been a hell of a pay off if Strader hadn’t reversed.

Bennett: It’s go big or go home for these guys.

Rayne: Go big or go to jail for Strader. Oh, wait he doesn’t have a choice. That’s right.

Strader gets a hand on that baseball bat that Engel threw into the ring. Engel manages to get to his feet, shaking off that hit from the ladder. Strader’s in the batter’s box. He swings.. single to left field!

Rayne: And Strader just nailed Engel straight in the gut with that bat!

Bennett: He’s going for an encore and hits a homerun off Engel’s back!

Engel goes down to one knee, yelling in pain. Strader begins to choke Engel with the bat. All the referee can do is sit back and watch, there are no disqualifications. Engel drops to both knees, his face turning red. He’s trying to fight, but he can’t overpower Strader. Engel falls to the mat with Strader still trying as hard as he can to choke Engel out. Engel’s face turns pale.

Bennett: He’s gonna kill him! Do something!

Rayne: The ref can’t do anything except count, Bennett!

Finally when Strader thinks it’s enough, he lets go. Engel lays there motionless on the mat. The ref begins to count.


The crowd is in a bit of a silence, waiting to see if Engel will come out of it.


Scott relaxes in the corner, fairly confident of his victory.


Bennett: Scott has so much raw power, I don’t know if Engel will be able to get up from that.

Rayne: Getting chocked out by a guy who’s nearly seven feet tall is never fun.



It’s December twelfth, two thousand eight. There’s a man in the back of the ambulance, bleeding more than he needed to be. But, there was nobody back there helping him. Instead, there was a man driven by revenge behind the wheel taking them out to the middle of no where. Matthew Engel could hear death calling his name.

“Matthew, look at me. Look at me!”

Scott stood proudly above him, knowing he was getting justice for the heinous crimes Engel committed against the Strader family. Engel’s time was running out, and Scott added a few attacks to make sure Engel would stay down.

“I’m gonna let death pay you a visit”, he said.

Engel felt the light slipping away, as more blood poured out of his body. He had suffered severe injuries earlier in the night, but that was nothing compared to what he felt now. He felt death enveloping him as he lay there in the snow.

“I’ll be waiting for you”, and then he left.

“Forgive me, Mia...” echoes loudly.




Bennett: And still no movement out of Engel! It looks like Scott has this in the bag.

Rayne: And the crowd is cheering for Engel! I haven’t heard this in quite some time.

Engel’s eyes open, and he moves his head.


Rayne: I see movement! He better hurry!

Engel manages to get to a knee.


Engel uses the ropes as quickly as he can to get to his feet right before the ten count. The referee asks if he wants to continue. Engel nods.

Rayne: I can’t believe it!

Bennett: Neither can Strader!

The ref backs away from Engel and Strader comes rushing in. Strader spears Engel into the corner. Strader rams his shoulder into Engel once more, and then picks Engel up and hits a big belly-to-back suplex. Engel crashes on one of the chairs. He’s holding his back. Strader picks up the baseball bat again. Strader swings and connects with Engel’s face!

Rayne: OH MY GOD! Strader might have broken Engel’s jaw with that!

Bennett: And Engel’s face is busted wide open, folks! Not a pretty sight!

Strader looks at the bat with Engel’s blood on it. He tosses it away and picks Engel up. He tosses him into the corner with one arm, and then hits a running clothesline. Engel falls to the mat and Strader keeps the assault alive with a series of punches and stomps.

Rayne: I don’t know if Engel can take much more of this, Bennett. He just can’t seem to keep an offense going against Strader in these kinds of matches.

Bennett: I agree Rayne. In a match like this, you gotta give the edge to Strader. That’s why Strader won in London, but Engel was nearly victorious at Good versus Evil. Different match types.

Strader sets up the ladder in the opposite corner. He gets Engel up to his feet and tries to whip him into the ladder, but Engel reverses and kicks Strader low. Engel grabs Strader by the head and throws him headfirst into the ladder.

Rayne: Good reversal by Engel there!

Bennett: That definitely looked painful, but Strader is up to his feet.

Engel leaps up to the top rope his back to the ring. Engel then leaps backwards off, corkscrewing around to face Strader, and then somersaults over him, hooking his head with one arm and using his other to wrap around Scott’s throat. Upon landing, the result is a shock to the back of the neck and the throat of his opponent.

Rayne: What the?

Bennett: Engel just nailed Strader with The BoX Office! That’s Joe BoXeR’s finishing move! Strader looks out of it!

Rayne: Especially since his neck landed on one of those demented chairs! That’ll definitely give that move a boost in pain!

Engel gets to his feet as the crowd goes crazy. The ref starts the count.


Rayne: I can’t believe Engel used BoXeR’s move!

Bennett: Well, why not? They’re brothers.

Rayne: It just seems bizarre!


Engel waits patiently nearby, hoping that it worked, but preparing that it didn’t.


Rayne: No movement from the big man!

Bennett: We learned earlier than these men aren’t down until the ref says ten!



It’s September 5th, two thousand eight. Matthew Engel, before his World Title match with Mark McNasty, decides to announce to the world in a foolish attempt to purge himself that he was behind the Strader tragedy that took place at Who’s The Man?!.

This doesn’t sit with Scott very well. And even at first, Scott didn’t believe it to be true. But it wasn’t a stretch of the imagination considering what Engel had done to Duff Cote d’iVoire and how deep he was with the Masters of Armageddon.

Evidence, provided by Engel, would soon prove that Nathan Kelser – the driver – was hired by the Masters of Armageddon. He was hired by Matthew Engel, and this would build a grudge between these two men throughout the rest of two thousand eight.

“It was me, Scott. It was me”, ring over and over in Strader’s head.



Rayne: Wait! There are signs of life from Scott Nash Strader!
Bennett: And Engel looks as shocked as Strader did earlier!


Strader gets to one knee, trying to shake off the pain and misery. All he can think about are his brothers.


Strader gets to his feet, still a little dazed. The ref checks him out, and Strader continues the fight. Engel gets on the defense, but Strader unleashes a quick jab and then takes Engel down with a clothesline. Engel gets back up and Strader tries for a big boot, but Engel dodges and sweeps Strader to the mat. Engel leaps off the top rope with a perfect moonsault.

Rayne: And Engel is staying on the offensive!

Bennett: What a pointless move though! There are no pinfalls!

Strader gets to his feet and Engel nails a right hook. Engel tries for another punch, but Strader blocks it and grabs Engel by the throat.

Rayne/Bennett: CHOKESLAM!

Strader slams Engel to the mat with a massive chokeslam. Engel yells in pain as he connects with some of the ladder. Strader puts the ladder over Engel’s head and chest, and ascends to the top rope. He stands tall atop the high turnbuckle, ready to sacrifice it all for the win.

Rayne: Good God, Strader could crush Engel with this move.

Bennett: This can’t be happening.

Strader jumps in leg drop fashion and connects with the ladder, and nothing else.

Bennett: Engel slipped out in time! Strader is in severe pain!

Engel gets to his feet, blood still pouring out of his nose. He wipes it away and begins to lay into Strader. Rights and lefts, and even a few kicks for good measure. Strader looks dazed lying on the mat. Engel grabs Strader and tosses him out of the ring. Engel nails a right hook and sends Strader into the barricade. Strader fights back with a left jab that sends Engel staggering back, then Strader spears Engel into the side of the ring. Engel drops Strader to a knee with a double-arm axe handle to Strader’s back. Engel shoves Strader to the ground and begins to stomp on him some more.

Rayne: This is madness Bennett. This is no longer about winning. This has become a fight to the death.

Bennett: Don’t be overdramatic... these two have been through this before.

Rayne: Funny, I don’t recall Strader ever hitting a homerun off of Engel’s face before.

Engel grabs Strader by the hair and begins to drag him up the rampway. Strader tries to fight it, and nails Engel in the gut. Engel is doubled over and Strader, on his knees, manages to take Engel down with a powerful uppercut. Engel’s face is even bloodier, and Strader gets to his feet. Strader hits a german suplex on Engel that sends him back first into the steel rampway!

Bennett: Damn that’s gotta hurt!

Rayne: I could feel his back breaking from here, Bennett. That’s harsh!

Strader gets to his feet again and continues to punish Engel with those brutal stomps. Strader grabs Engel by the hair, dragging him more up the rampway. They both finally reach the stage, teetering near the edge.

Bennett: Rayne... that’s a thirty foot drop off the sides of the stage.

Rayne: Don’t remind me.

SNS doubles Engel over and places his head between his thighs, leaning over to wrap his arms around Engel’s waist in a reverse rear waistlock. Scott then lifts Engel up so that his legs are on his shoulders. Engel wakes up and finally realizes what’s going on as Strader begins to walk near the edge. Engel begins to punch Strader in the head in hopes of releasing him.

Bennett: He’s... he’s gonna…

Rayne: Oh my God… no.

Strader fights off Engel’s attacks and lifts Engel up higher into the air, preparing for The Finishing Touch. Engel struggles even more and eventually slips out of it. He falls behind Strader and rolls to a crouching position. Strader turns and is furious.

Bennett: Phew.. I’m glad Engel was able to escape that.

Rayne: And Strader charges and tries to hit Engel with a right hook and misses!

Bennett: Engel fires back and nails Strader square in the jaw! Strader gets turned around and now..

Rayne: Now he’s facing the edge!

With Strader’s back to him, Engel goes behind him, reaching over his shoulder to grab Strader’s head in an inverted cravate, as if to go for a neckbreaker. He then quickly spins Strader around, dropping to a knee, and slams Strader face-first into his knee.

Rayne: NO! NO!


The impact of the move sends Strader over the edge and down thirty feet to the cleared out area below the stage. Strader lies motionless. The fans are in an uproar, and Engel looks out to the crowd, a grin over his face.

Rayne: Wait, he’s not really going to…

Engel stands right at the edge, with his back to it. He closes his eyes and smiles, and leaps over the edge.


Engel hits the Euthanasia on Scott Nash Strader right before the lights go out at Good versus Evil.

Strader plants Engel with the SVD inside the flaming cage in London, England.

Engel holds the World Title high after defeating Chamelion.

Strader holds the World Title high after defeating Engel inside the cage.

Both these men have sacrificed everything for this grudge, for their families. But, in one quick moment, there will only be one winner.


Rayne: Engel connects! Engel connects! UNBELIEVABLE! THE EUTHANASIA FROM 30 FEET!

Bennett: I can’t.. I can’t believe it! How the hell will either of them get up?!

The ref starts the count.


The crowd cheers and counts along.


Rayne: Absolutely no movement from either man. Engel bounced off of Strader and landed next to him.


Bennett: We... we can’t have a draw!


The crowd is louder than ever.




Rayne: Wait! Wait! Strader is moving! Good God! How is he still conscious!?


Bennett: Engel is moving! They’re both trying to get to their feet! It’s a race!



Engel rises to his feet, barely able to stand. The ref stops the count.


Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match… MATTHEW ENGEL!!!!

Engel begins to limp around, trying to keep on his feet. Joe BoXeR and Jamie Flynn both come down to help him. Paramedics attend to Scott Strader as best they can. Joe and Jamie take Matthew by each arm and try to walk him backstage, but Matthew refuses.

Rayne: I can’t believe what I just saw, Bennett.

Bennett: Neither can Engel I’m sure. He still wants to bask in the glory.

Rayne: You can hardly blame him. A job well done, and it’s his last match.

Engel raises his hands into the air for the fans, and mouths “Thank you” over and over. Finally, with the help of Joe and Jamie, he makes his way to the back.

Rayne: There are police officers surrounding Strader’s stretcher.

Bennett: I guess they’re telling Strader they’re ready to take him to prison.

Rayne: I almost feel bad for him.

Voice: WAIT!?!

The police and the crowd look up towards the entrance ramp as Joe, Jamie and Matthew pause at the top of the ramp. Out walks Eli Storm.

Storm: Do not touch that man. You want to grab him once he crosses those curtains then go ahead. but while he is will not dare put those cuffs on him.

The police slowly back away as the EMTs tends to SNS.

Storm: Now, I don't know about everyone else, but I just witnessed one Hell of a match and I think it is time to give these men their due.

With that being said a slow chant starts to grow through the crowd. Matthew Engel is in awe as the chant goes into a roar. Slowly the show begins to fade to black the way it the sound of the fans giving respect to two great athletes.