[Bud Adams is standing inside the PWA merchandise room ready to present another edition of Wednesday Night Chaos.]

Bud Adams: Good Evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Wednesday night Chaos.  Bad Blood is coming up quickly and the current champion Prima Donna was recently seen at a house show and he had the following to say...

[We are taken to an arena...]

[The lights in the arena go out and the arena fills with darkness. The crowd is silent as the words of Kid Rock are heard: "You heard that I was comin' cuz you heard my name, but you don't know my game and never felt my pain. Can't read my brain but you read my lips and got scared when you heard that I was comin with hits. Now don't even trip, be a man instead, give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead, I'm in the red cuz my mind's distortin and people claimin they know me but they only know a portion. Now I'm gon' move mountains and touch the sun, don't get scared now you knew this day would come, so holw your bids, all bets are   closed, AND F*CK ALL YOU HOES!" Pros shoot from the stage and the arena erupts. The smoke clears and HOT STUFF apears on the Aegian Tron and Prima Donna is standing at the top of the stage. He is covered with gold from head to toe, including his belt which is strung over his shoulder. He flips off the crowd and even spits at some fans as he makes his way to the ring as the song DEVIL WITHOUT A CAUSE continues to play. He gets in the ring, strikes a pose, then grabs a mic and speaks)

You all didn't want it to happen. Each and every one of you watched in shock as I beat two men to claim MY title once and for all. I heard the boos. I heard the cursing. But you think I care? If there's one thing you should know about the HOT STUFF it's that he doesn't give a rat's ass 'bout trash, and of course, all of you are nothin but TRASH. You skanks should feel damn proud that I'd even be willing to share my talent and good looks with you. Because we all know I am the #1 man in the bizness, and it eats all of you up inside, cuz you all hate me, but it's cuz you ain't me. Especially you Crip, I've seen they way you've been lookin' at me this week. You think I couldn't tell. That look of failiure on your face, you tried to keep this from me, and you failed miserably, now, onto the--

(the lights go out once again and a disco ball lowers, shooting beams of light on the crowd. The words, "FUNKY" appear on the Tron and CAN'T BE BEAT is heard over the arena speakers. After a few seconds, the sound fades and the lights comback on)

Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Cinergy. Bad Blood. Former ICONs sqaure off in what is sure to be the most brutal title match in PWA history. It's more than coincidental that the title is Bad Blood and I'm fighting Cinergy. See there's a lot of BAD BLOOD between us two. It all dates back to about a month ago, when we had another title shot, a shot at the Tag Titles. But the opportunity came up for me to win the World Title and being an opportunist, I did just that. Only, it cost me the Tag belts. That didn't affect too much though, cuz been there done that, I was on to bigger things. But Cinergy is simply mid carder, he can't help it. He's got a terrible character and can't wrestle out of a paper bag, so he was lucky to have a tag title shot. And knowing that he'd never be able to move up to Main event status such as myself, he was upset that I threw away our shot at the belts. That's the way the cookie crumbles, I guess. You can't get to the top with out stepping on a few toes, ie, Cinergy. I told him it was business and not to take it personal, but like the PMSing woman that he is, he did just that. He took it personal and started bitching and moaning that I didn't care about the ICONS and our friendship. WA WA. Enough of the Full HOuse scene, Michelle, we were friends, yes, it was important to me, yes, but nothing, I mean nothing, NOT EVEN YOU, is more important than my WORLD TITLE.

Which is why, at the Pay Per View, I will retain this title and I guran-damn-tee you that there will only be 1 ICON left in the PWA, and it ain't gonna be you, Cy-cat. Mark my words. Now, hit my new and improved K-K-K-KID ROCK, bitch!

(Devil Without a Cause begins to play. Prima Donna drop the mic and leaves the ring. He taunts the fans as he moves back up the ramp to the back)

Bud Adams: Well the former Icon seems to be pretty pumped about his match, but who is going to be the guest referee... I guess only the Crippler knows.  Now for our first match, we have a couple of Debuts, "The Hippie" Phil Garcia is set to debut against Overlord.

Bud Adams: The Hippie came out to Touch of Grey by The Greatful Dead. As he
comes around the corner, The lights dim and a hologram of a skeleton is flashed on his
body of and on. The the hologram disappears and he walks down the ramp.  The Overlord came in next, his music was deep and booming and we were all expecting a huge precense on the top of the ramp instead we saw a little guy about 5'7 perhaps 220 pounds.  He was wearing a black cloak and tight black leather pants.  He ran to the ring and began to tried to ound on the hippie.  The hippie was laughing so hard at the ridiculous sight that overlord was almost able to get a quick cover.  The Hippie kicked out after 2.  Fighting back the Hippie quickly used his size and strength advantage to get the three count.  The overlord had been defeated.  But then Suddenly 4 figures came down from the top of the ramp.  First and foremost was a masked man known as Captain Poopie... He came down and sat on the hippies head telling him to give up or he was going to fart.  The Hippie said nothing and then Captain poopie let out the longest, wetest fart I have ever heard.  The hippie was reeling from the shock when the next two came into the ring, they were Jeckyll and Hyde.  They tried to pull off a variety of combination moves but were unable to work together to hit a finisher.  The next man was a HUGE 500 pounder wearing a kilt and a mask.  He dragged The Hippie into the corner and got up on the top turnbuckle and squished him.  Finally 2 members of the Avengers of Justice came down and cleared the men out of the ring.  Once the coast was clear the avengers helped The Hippie to his feet and led him back stage.

Winner: The Hippie via Pinfall.

Bud Adams: Our next match was a TV title match featuring another debut of a wrestler MVP.  Creed cam out first and put his TV title belt on the announcers table,  MVP came out next to the music of Kid Rock.  He got a good reaction of boos from the crowd, to invite him into the federation.  HE steped into the ring and he immediately went for a test of strength with Creed.  It was deadlocked in the middle so MVP had to give Creed a kick in the midsecion to break the contest. MVp then whipped Creed into the corner and tried to follow up with a splash but Creed moved out of the way.  The two battled back and forth with both men attempting pins but the other kicking out.  It looked like Creed was going to win it, but out of no where MVP hit the most valuable move and got the 1...2...3

Winner: MVP becomes the new TV champion via pinfall!

Bud Adams: Our next match is a hardcore match and featured, Black Sheep Will Bradley against Grendle.  Grendle came down first followed by Bradley to the music of Freak on A Leash by Korn.  The two started to brawl before they even got to the ring.  Grendle tossed Bradley into the steel stairs but BS was able to get up and toss Grendle into the guard railing.  The two made their way around the ring, nailing each other on each of the ring posts until they made it to the announcers table.  There BS grabbed a glass of water and threw it int he face of Grendle.  While Grendle was stunned BS picked up a broom stick and low blowed him.  BS then went for the cover but only got a two count.  The two then made there way into the back and hit each other with everything but the kitchen sink,  they did however make it into a bathroom where BS hit Grendle with the Bathroom sink.  BS then went for a cover and got the 1..2..3

Winner: BSWB via pinfall.

Bud Adams: Wow, rough and tumble hardcore action there.  Our next match was a strange one.  It was originally Monkey Vs. The Dragon but when they got to the ring at was announced as an INFERNO MATCH!  The Dragon just smiled as The Monkeys jaw dropped watching the ring get surrounded in flames.  The two started to battle in the middle of the ring exchanging punches.  The monkey won and tossed the dragon into the Corner of the ring but as he approached, the flames in that corner died down.  The Monkey ran at the Dragon and started punching him wildly in the head.  He then dragged the dragon back into the center f the ring where he hit him with a belly to belly suplex.  The MOnkey then followed up with a series of kicks to the the head on the Dragon and tried to drag him towards the flame.  However jsut like before the flames died down whent he dragon came close to them.  The two battled back and forth inside the ring when Mokelangelo grabed The Monkeys foot and dragged him into the flames.  The referee all of a sudden had something in his eye and never saw the interference.  The MOnkeys boot cuaght on fire and the referee ran the bell.

Winner: The Dragon.

Bud Adams: After the match, The Monkey was quiet understandably upset.  The following was taped from the Presidents Locker room.

[A.P. Crippler is watching the event with a puzzled look on his face.  He picks up the phone and calls the commissioner asking if he sactioned the inferno match.  The President shakes his head in confusion. Suddenly The Monkey bursts into the room with an enraged look on his face.]

The Monkey: First I lose my belt, then I am put into the internet title division and now I am set on fire! OOoo OoOO Ah! I will kill you!!!

[The Crippler begins to back peddle in his wheelchair and starts to scream for security!  Four Men in black storm the room and grab onto the Monkey and drag him kicking and screaming from the room!

Crippler:   I didn't make the damn match! and neither did the commish! I have no idea what is going on around here!

Bud Adams: Our next match was to see the wrestling debut of Faith of the MoA against a mystery member of Natural Selection.  The Mystery member was annouced first... "Play around" by lil Cease hit the arena and Cinergy came out to see of shocked fans! It appears that Cinergy has joined Natural Selection.  The announcer called for Faith but instead the ADCtron lit up and Faith appeared on the monitor.

Faith: This is my opponent? *Laughs* Well you know what I have changed my mind... There is you precious IC title *Points up to the rafters, The camera pans up and sees the belt hanging from the celieng*  I am going to send someone in my place, someone on the same skill level as yourself.  It is my pleasure to introduce to you "The Masked Lard"

[Scotland the brave is piped over the PA and the HUGE scotsman makes his way to the ring.  Cinergy goes to work on the fat guy but has difficulty taking him down because of his sheer bulk.  After Working on the knee for mminutes, the scot finally began to teter and then make his descent.  Cinergy barely managed to avoid having his leg crushed.  The mamoth bulk of the lard seemed to take alot out of him as when Cinergy made the cover he was unable to kickout.

Winner: Cinergy via pinfall.

Bud Adams: Well folks it ahs been great, now let me take you to Brian and Jon, currently on location for out Main event!

Jon McDaniel: "What an evening it's been so far, fans. Up next we've got a match between to recent returnees to the PWA. Nightstryker, who first entered our Association as Stephen MacDonald's cohort, takes on Ironheart, who returns after an extended hiatus."

Brian Rentfro: "Ironheart has seen some of the biggest moments in the PWA, Jon…and I mean biggest moments! Remember the monster, Nightmare?" JM: "Oh I remember him, Brian, like anyone does that was around then. Nightmare reduced the PWA and its superstars to rubble last year, but was deposed and disappeared. He's back with Ironheart now, but won't be allowed into the arena per the Acting President's demand."

BR: "Too bad…we'll just have to hope for a good fight between these two rustbuckets!"

JM: "Here's the ring announcer to bring them to the squared circle. We'll be able to tell soon enough if the respect we've seen exchanged between these two in recent weeks was sincere on both parts."

Ring Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, our first contender in the Wednesday Night Chaos Main Event…hailing from Vatican City, standing 6'3'' and weighing 265lbs…aiming to bring a Revelation to all his foes…welcome in his return match, Ironheart!" (A soft white light envelops the entire arena as a soft renaissance tune plays eerily. Three figures wearing white robes step onto the ramp way, the middle one taller and carrying a longsword at his side. They make their way to the ring, the middle one actually entering it. He tosses off his cloak and uncovers a well-built man dressed in a metal breastplate and black pants. A white shirt is visible under the breastplate and a gold cross above it. He removes his sword from its sheathe and swings it around in a show of his sword skill. He sheathes his sword and begins to remove his armor, sword and gold cross.)

Ring Announcer: "And his opponent this evening, also making his return to the ring…catching his opponents at Nightfall…Nightstryker!" (The lights dim as Nightstryker enters the arena. Blue pyros blaze. He walks to the ring purposefully and sits astride the top turnbuckle, waiting for the bell.)

JM: "Both wrestlers appear to be in superb physical shape, Brian. I wonder if Ironheart truly believes that a win here would mean repentance by Nightstryker."

BR: "I don't think Stryker is thinking that, Jon…I'm sure he doesn't even think he's got anything to repent about! I sure don't think this Holy Roller should be telling guys like Nightstryker that they're bad people."

JM: "I'm sure you're right, Mr. Rentfro, but we're all entitled to our beliefs. Here's Mr. Dwayne Cross to start the match." [Ding, ding…DING!]

JM: "NS and Ironheart compare strength from the start by locking up in the middle of the ring. The men break their hold, size each other up, and lock up again. Both search for leverage, moving carefully…Ironheart wins the struggle with a suple-no, face pancake!"

BR: "I don't think he meant to do that…just fell trying to suplex him!"

JM: "I don't think you're right, Brian. Ironheart has quite an offensive-move repertoire. Stryker is up quickly and Ironheart steps just as quickly for a clothesline. Stryker ducks and delivers a missle drop kick to Ironheart's left leg. Ooh! Repeated shin kicks by NS. He's trying to wear-down the larger man."

JM: "Ironheart catches Nightstryker with a wicked right hand, sending him sprawling. Ironheart holds his leg tenderly, limping toward his dazed opponent. Styrker starts to make his feet…he was playing possum! Toe drop hold puts Ironheart's face into the bottom turnbuckle!"

BR: "That'll hurt tomorrow. Ironheart has turned this match into a lumberjack match…he's trying to chop down a tree!"

JM: "Right you are Brian. Ironheart appears to be in some trouble here. He's standing but looks shaky in the corner. NS runs in for a big cross-body block…but he's caught in mid-air! Belly-to-belly suplex! Ironheart is standing him up…he's setting NS on the turnbuckle! He climbs, hooks Stryker under the arms…Super T-Bone suplex!! It looks as though both of these men have learned a thing or two in their absence!"

JM: "Nightstryker is prone in the middle of the ring. What's this?"

BR: "He's praying! Ironheart's praying, probably for Stryker's mama!"

JM: "It does look like he has his eyes closed in prayer, Brian. He doesn't see Nightstryker stirring. Stryker with a BIG elbow to that wounded leg! He might have turned the tables again, Brian! With Ironheart on the ground, Stryker hits a sprinboard moonsault out of the second rope! BANG! He goes for the pin…" [1…2]

BR: "Ironheart's not done yet."

JM: "Nightstryker is disgusted. He leaps high for a legdrop and connects! He stands Ironheart and drags him toward the corner. NS is calling for Nightfall! He grabs Ironheart while sitting on the top turnbuckle, grabs his head, starts to spin…NO! Ironheart slips out, using Stryker's momentum to send the smaller man into the ropes…up he goes on Ironheart's waist…Revelation!! He drops into the pin, holding one finger and his face to the sky!" [1…2…3] [Ding, ding, ding]

BR: "I can't believe it! Now we'll never hear the end of how bad it is to chase women and drink beer…and that's just when Nighstryker says he was too tired from doing those things last night and when he lost!"

JM: "This was a great match by worthy adversarys, Brian. Look at them shake hands now: they recognize each others skill! That's it for us, fans. Stay tuned to our review shows, and don't be caught without at television this Saturday for the sports entertainment industry's number one show, Saturday Night Rampage!! And don't forget, coming up in less than two weeks, its PWA's Bad Blood! So, as always, last one out hit the lights…don't count 'em! I'm Jon McDaniel for Brian Rentfro. Good night, everyone." (FADE)