Ashe and Convict start off. They lock up and Panz turns it into a front face lock, which Convict turns into a Northern Lights suplePimp P. Convict covers but only gets one. Convict hits a pair of mePimp Pican armdrags and Ashe is reeling. He tags in KWB, who ducks a dropkick from Convict. TP is back up and KWB sends him down his a dragonscrew leg whip. KWB applies a half crab and after some fighting, Convict reaches the ropes. KWB goes for a punch, Convict ducks it, slips behind and applies a full nelson. KWB goes down after a full nelson front leg sweep. EPimp Pecutioner gets tagged in. He attempts to scoop up KWB for a slam, but it gets reversed into a small package for 2. EPimp Pecutioner goes for a suplePimp P, but it gets blocked. He tries again, and is blocked again. Now KWB lifts him up and hits a brainbuster. KWB goes into the ropes as EPimp Pecutioner staggers up and ePimp Pecutes a swinging neckbreaker. S&T hit the Fade to Black for the win.
Winner: Syck & Twyzted("Warriors" by Blitz begins to pound through the speakers as the
ADCtron lights up.)
Jon McDaniel: What the hell is this?
Brian Rentfro: I don't know Jon, there's no interview scheduled for now.
(The words "How Quickly We Forget" flash across the ADCtron in sequence,
followed by the name"TROY MARTIN", the name is then crossed out with a large red
line. A single gold spotlight shines on the ramp of the Chaos set as a none other than
Troy Martin walks out. Troy has changed, as we saw at Genesis III, he has let his hair go
back to its natural brown, he's shaved his goatee, and his hair has grown out. Troy makes
his way to the ring, grabbing a microphone along the way. The crowd erupts in a miPimp P
of cheers and boos.)
Troy Martin: WWWWWWWWell! It sure has been quite a damn while, hasn't it
PWA? Don't worry, I've been keeping busy. Went to Japan, won another W4F title, spent some
time with my kids. It was great, but now I'm back. Back to the place that has been my
unending nemesis, my conquerable foe, the PWA.
It's been a while since I've been here, I see my two old W4F chums Monkey and Nightstyker
nearly kill each other, a scrub I met in Japan named Showtime, win the world title, that
sniveling little boy MVP win an intercontinental title, and now it seems the PWA has come
full circle with Raizzor as their champion. But that's besides the point. I know many of
you are asking, "what is he doing here?" and "What's his connection with
Jay?". Well, it's all very simple.
I'm back in this seemingly unstoppable juggernaut, known as the Pioneer Wrestling
Association, for the simple reason of SPITE. Those of you who've been fans of the PWA long
enough, can probably remember me bitching in essence about the same thing before. The PWA
has basically RUINED my life. Now, I don't blame my gimmick on the PWA, I blame it on my
supposed "home" federation, the W4F. My ring name, Troy Martin, for those of you
who didn't know already is the real name of Pimp PPW wrestler Shane Douglas. Now, if that
isn't a blatant rip-off, I don't know what is. Yet it worked for me in the beginning, and
it worked for me in the W4F. But frankly, I couldn't market myself ANYWHERE else with that
ridiculous gimmick. That's why Troy Martin is no more, I'm using my real name. I'm Matthew
James Lynch from Chatham, Massachusetts, NOT Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. And Matt Lynch is
here and ready to earn the titles he's hasn't been able to before.
Brian Rentfro: Well it looks like we have a new man on our hands ladies
and gentlemen.
Jon McDaniel: A new man, or a man with split personality disorder!
Matt Lynch: Now on to my involvement with Jay and our ass beating of
Showtime. Well, it turns out that me and Jay have been friends for years, and believe it
or not, I was the one who brought Jay into the wrestling business in the first place.
Showtime, Showtime was just the beginning of a rampage that's not going to end until me
and Jay are wearing gold. Showtime is the perfect ePimp Pample of everything I've come to
despise. I've been in the PWA off and on for about 2 years, Showtime has been here for
what, siPimp P months? The highest title I've won here is the Television Title, WHICH
DOESN'T EVEN EPimp PIST ANYMORE! Showtime's been here siPimp P months and basically
waltzed in and won the World Title, what is this? Showtime had to be made an ePimp Pample
of. Me and Jay, other wise known as Sadondesu, that's Japanese for Sudden Death, are on
the prowl for Tag Title Gold, and you know we won't stop till we get it. And me
personally, I haven't set a confining goal, I'm just gonna reach for top until I can reach
no more and finally get what I've deserved and what I've earned. So PWA, "SIT ON
IT..." *Chuckles* oh wait, that's my old gimmick....
.::FADE OUT::.
Wilson and Chamelion start out. They lock up and Wilson powers Chamelion into the corner, where he punishes the champ with knee lifts. The ref breaks them up. Wilson backs up, then spears Chamelion back into the corner. Wilson lands an elbowdrop, then another. Wilson tries for a third, but Chamelion rolls out of the way. Chamelion tries to get to his corner to make the tag, but Wilson grabs his foot and slides him to the Panzy corner. Copas gets tagged in. Copas puts Chamelion in a Boston crab. Chamelion reaches the ropes. He pulls Chamelion to his feet and sets him up for a brainbuster, but Chamelion slips lose and lands behind him. Chamelion turns and tries for his corner, just making the tag before he falls. Raizzor comes in and takes Copas down with a clothesline. Wilson is in too, and Raizzor takes him down the same way. Raizzor sends Copas into the ropes and ducks down for a back body drop. TP catches him and DDTs him. Copas whips Raizzor to the ropes and Chamelion tags himself in. Chamelion climbs to the top rope. Copas powerslams Raizzor and goes to cover. The referee won't count, telling the him that Chamelion is the legal man. Copas stands up, turns around, and Chamelion catches him with the Rupture. Raizzor comes down with the flying leg drop. He covers for the pin.
Winner: Krymson Dragons
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, the challenger...Acid!
(Welcome to the Jungle by Guns & Roses comes on the ADC-Tron as Acid comes to the ring.)
(Suddenly the ADC-Tron comes to life again...)
Nightstryker enters one of the dressing rooms and finds Sirus watching the
PWA on a live feed. He is wearing plain street clothes, jeans and a white shirt, seeing as
he doesn’t have a match today. He does however still have the world title belt around
his waist. Sirus dosen't seem all that concerned about someone else in the room.
Sirus "The money is on the counter. You know, you guys make the best moo goo
gai pan in the city. Keep the change."
Nightstryker looks at the table and pockets the change for himself. He uses the table, for
the moment, to hold himself up.
Styrker "Sirus, I'm not the delivery guy. I think the Masked Lard
got a hold of him."
Sirus "That figures, he can move when he wants to. So what brings
you YAAAA!!!!!"
Sirus turns to look at who entered the room, yells and falls off the couch. He scrambles
backwards on his hands and feet until he hits the wall behind him. He slowly gets up but
never takes his eyes off of him.
Stryker "If I was here to take you out we wouldn’t be talking
right now. Relax."
Sirus "So … uhh … how's things?"
Stryker "With what? The fact I was in the hospital…or my match
with McDee? You care?"
Sirus "Well sure. I saw the slip up in your match with McDee, you
still look a little shaken. Do you want a Flintstone vitamin?"
Stryker "No. My match with McDee was unfortunate, but he will get
what's coming to him later on rest assured."
Sirus "Oh, I rest fine, but thanks anyway. Look, you really look
kind of pale, do you want to sit down?"
Stryker "How weak do you think I am?"
Sirus "Not weak, but you don't look so good. Hey, do you mind if I
call you Brycie? Did you ever watch the Hilarious House of Frankenstein? Man that was a
good show.
Stryker "No, I never saw it. And don't call me Brycie. I’m not
here to deal with your foolishness.
Sirus " Say, don't you have a match right now?"
Sirus turns to look at the TV and sees Acid standing alone in the middle of the ring.
Nightstryker moves between Sirus and the TV to block his view.
Stryker "I think you're confused. In fact, I know you're confused
but I still think you're wrong. I'm here to offer you a match. At High Stakes you and me,
title for title. You put up your World title belt and I'll put up my Grizzly Beer
belt."
Sirus' face lights up. He tries to speak but no words come out of his mouth. He looks at
Nightstryker to see if he's serious.
Sirus "You'd really put up the … Grizzly Beer belt? Wow, why
would you want to do that? That belt is the best. It's so.. so … Did you bring it
with you?"
Stryker "No, I didn't bring it. Let’s just say I didn’t
think I’d need it tonight. And why do I want to put it up against you? Well, you have
something I want and I have something you want. Besides, I took you down pretty easily
when I won it from you, a match is a mere formality."
Sirus "Yeah well, I wasn't right in the head at that time. You
caught me on a rare occasion of stupidity. (Sirus tries to look around Nightstryker to see
the TV. He can see that something is going on but isn't sure what.) I could have sworn
that you had a match."
Stryker "Look, forget about it already. What do you say? We can do
this the easy way or the hard way. Which is it?"
Sirus "Yes."
Stryker "Yes what?"
Sirus "Easy and hard. It's easy to get me in the ring but hard to
keep me down. I accept. You're a fool for putting the Grizzly Beer title up against me. I
didn't hold it long, actually, 'Al' held it longer than I did, but it will be mine again.
You're on Brycie."
Stryker "I said don't call me that. We have a date with destiny now.
I shall see you ---"
Sirus pushes Nightstryker aside and gasps at the TV. Nightstryker barely is able to stay
on his feet. On the screen we see members of the MoA beating up on Acid in the ring. Sirus
glares at Nightstryker, shakes his finger at him, runs out of the room and heads to the
ring. Nightstyker gives an evil grin as he watches Sirus run frantically out of the room.
Stryker "Told you I wouldn’t need my belt tonight Sirus.
Besides, I need to make sure this stays around my waist until High Stakes.
Ah…no…"
Nightstryker sways a bit and falls backwards into the TV, knocking it to the floor with a
crash. He staggers forward, but only a step or two before he falls to the floor. He’s
out cold again.
(We fade back to the arena)
Jon McDaniel – Welcome back to the action folks. Acid is completely
outnumbered by the MoA here. Gabrielle, Brutal, and Spider are taking him apart. Plus, it
looks like we have our first tentative match for High Stakes.
Brian Rentfro – Acid said he was beginning to trust them. He should
have known better. This is great!
Jon McDaniel – Gabrielle and Brutal are now holding Acid down as
Spider climbs the ropes.
Brian Rentfro – Hero’s Victory time!!
Jon McDaniel – Wait, Look! Here comes Sirus running down to the
ring. Gabrielle turns around, only to be met with a clothesline from Sirus. Brutal stalks
towards Sirus, but cleverly Sirus nails a dropkick on Brutal’s left knee.
Brian Rentfro – Somebody get Sirus out of here! He’s ruining
the MoA’s fun. Spider drops down to the outside as Sirus checks up on Acid. Gabrielle
and Brutal meet him there.
Jon McDaniel – Spider has a microphone of course.
Spider "Why can’t you just keep your damn nose out of our
business? Nevertheless Sirus, you’ll get what’s coming to you. There’s no
stopping the MoA, it will only be a matter of time before you realize this."