Saturday Night Rampage
Taped from the W4F Arena, St. Louis
August 10, 2002
Psycho Sandra vs. Michael Hardcastle
DING, DING
Rentfro:
Finally that monstrosity of a match is starting…WHOA HOLDS ON NOW!
McDaniel:
IT’S THE MASTERS OF ARMAGEDDON!!
[From over the railing
Darren Ridel, holding a bat, and Nightstryker, Silverback, and Matt Attict,
holding chairs, flood into the ring. The two weary wrestlers, Psycho Sandra and
Hardcastle, at the rings center are left with little time to react as the hammer
falls…]
Watas:
Hey now! Darren Ridel and Matt Attict with a double shot from a chair and a
baseball bat on Sandra sending her head over heels! Ouch that hadda hurt!
McDaniel:
Hardcastle’s no better off as Stryker and Silverback power him down to the
canvas with chair shots, and now start to stomp away! This is despicable! And I
think the fans agree.
Rentfro:
I love this… Finally something exciting.
[As Stryker and Silverback
continue to work over Hardcastle…Attict and Ridel further their attack on
Sandra…Dropping chair shot after chair shot onto her face…body…legs…a total body
work out. The fans roar in protest…]
Rentfro:
These fans don’t know great entertainment when they see it!
Watas:
Heh…look at Sandra’s head bounce off that chair…geh.
McDaniel:
You’re both sick!
[Suddenly Darren Ridel
holds up a hand, and the attack on Sandra and Hardcastle comes to an abrupt
stop…Breathing heavily, the signs of his laborious existence of the last
two-months apparent, he makes a slow circle looking the crowd over…]
[Reaching into a pocket of
his black, leather, trench coat he produces a wireless mic…]
McDaniel:
I just noticed now that Nick Ridel is missing from the group.
Rentfro:
Well hey with Darren now calling the shots again I think Nick is trying to put a
lot of distance between himself and his little brother.
[Finding a camera, Darren,
focuses his attention on it…His expression is emotionless and cold…]
Darren Ridel:
That one was for you, Mark.
[The mic is switched off
and dropped back into his jacket pocket as he starts to move to the rings edge…A
roar of thunderous boos escort him and the rest of the M.o.A out of the ring…]
McDaniel:
All of that just to take a shot at Chamelion who doesn’t even work for the PWA
anymore?
Rentfro:
Yeah…I’d have to agree that that was really a waste of Ridel’s time, but hey at
least that broad was put in her place.
Watas:
Got a point there.
McDaniel:
-sigh- We’ll be right back after these coommercials.
Backstage...
(Backstage we see President Robinson's new office in the W4F
Arena. Chamelion walks in.)
Chamelion: Rob, good to see you again.
President Robinson: You're here to gloat, so let's get it
over with. You've got my PWA Dome, you've got the ADC support and the prime time
television show, I'm running the PWA out of your basement. So, go on, say what
you have to say and get out.
Chamelion: It isn't like that at all. I'm here to help
out. See, in the W4F we've got some great new talent, and well...your roster is
a bit thin at the moment. So here's my offer. If you'd like, I'd be willing to
send a couple of guys your way for a show or two every so often. In return, some
of your guys can fight on my show. Its a win/win situation.
President Robinson: I...I'll have to talk to Mack about
this. I'm not running things by myself anymore. But it sounds good. I'll get
back with you.
(Chamelion leaves and the camera follows him out. As he's
walking down the hall, Ezekial comes from out of nowhere and blindsides him and
bulldogs him on the concrete floor. Ezekial spits on Chamelion before leaving.)
Ethan Von Eisson & Showtime vs. Phoenix & Prisoner
Jon: Next up we have an interesting bout.. The Prisoner and Phoenix
take on Showtime and Ethan von Eisen.
Rentfro: Showtime is one of the people who trained von Eisen, so these
two should be able to work well as a team.
Drex: You guys notice maybe that Ethan's kind of a dick lately?
Rentfro: What? Shut up.
Drex: Why do you have to be so me-
Rentfro: I said shut up, bitch!
Announcer: Entering first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing 240
pounds... PHOENIX!!
"Rain" by the Cult blares out of the speakers as the arena lights go red. The
Phoenix slowly walks to the ring, surveying the arena as he goes.
Jon: Former champ has been off his game, lately.
Announcer: And his tag team partner... From Chicago Illinois, weighing
in at 295 pounds... This.. Is THE PRISONER!
[The fans cheer as Prisoner makes his way to the ring.]
Announcer: And their opponents.. First, from Marina Del Ray, weighing
228 punds.. THIS.. IS... SHOWTIIIMMMMEE!
[The fans give a huge roar as "Bullets" by Creed comes on the sound system.
The song starts off soft, until the song yell's "I think they shoot cause they
want to" and blue and maroon pyros shoot off. Outsteps Showtime wearing blue
grey long tights with a silver dragon on the left.]
Rentfro: The fans seem to be rallying behind Showtime, as he has
returned to help the PWA in a time of need.
Announcer: And his tag team partner, from Parts Unknown, weighing 234 pounds..
The current, reigning Grizzly Beer Champion.. ETHAN VON EISEEEEN!
[The fans cheer a bit as 'Where Eagles Dare' by The Misfits hits the P.A., and
Ethan von Eisen emerges from behind the curtain.
#We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care#
He wears a sleeveless black PWA hoodie, whcih partially obscures his white
tights. His white boots and shinguards cover pretty much all of his legs below
the knees.
#I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe#
He slides into the ring, then stands in the center. He gives a nod to each of
the four corners of the ring and to the crowd behind them, then stretches and
limbers up, awaiting the opening bell.]
Renfro: Von Eisen has had a lot of success very quickly, winning the
Grizzly Beer title in his second ever match.
Jon: Ethan and Showtime laughing it up...
[Ethan extends his hand to The Prisoner, who considers it...]
Rentfro: Is this necessary?
[Prisoner shakes his hand. The fans let out a cheer.]
Jon: Looks like Showtime and Phoenix are going to start things off in
this one.
DING, DING
[Phoenix lunges at Showtime, trying to take him by surprise, but Showtime
sidesteps the attack and grabs Phoenix's arm. In a smooth motion, he twists
the arm so Phoenix flips over and lands on his back. Phoenix is quick to get
to his feet, but is levelled with a series of blows to the head which drives
Phoenix into the corner. Showtime whips him to the opposite corner, where
Phoenix crashes into the turnbuckle back-first. He stumbles forward and is
caught with a nasty lariat.]
Rentfro: Showtime wshowing his pupil how it's done.
Drex: Phoenix is in a world of hurt.
[Showtime then wraps up Phoenix in a textbook STF.]
Jon: Nice execution there.
Rentfro: Phoenix is in a world of hurt.
Drex: I just said that.
Rentfro: ...Hack.
[Showtime releases the hold, and Tags in von Eisen. Ethan runs over and grabs
hold of Phoenix. He sets him up in the tarantula, but so Phoenix is tied up on
the ropes facing the inside of the ring.]
Jon: Kind of a weird way of doing it..
[Showtime then bounces off the ropes and charges Phoenix.]
* CRACK! *
"OHHH!"
Jon: URAKEN!
Rentfro: Gesundheit.
[Sjowtime charged and then spun once, extending his fist so it connected with
Phoenix's jaw with all that momentum behind it.]
Jon: A beautiful double team manuever. Now Ethan releases the hold, and
Showtime heads to his corner.
[Ethan smiles at Showtime and says something... Then sets Phoenix up in a
complicated hold, where He's hanging upside-down back-to-back with ethan, who
tries to start spinning... but Ethan loses his balance and falls sideways, his
head striking a nearby turnbuckle.]
Jon: Ha! Ethan tried for a Gory Guerrero special, but it backfired!
Rentfro: Ethan's out of it! Phoenix makes the tag!
[Prisoner rushes the ring. He scoops up Ethan and props him up in the corner.
He backs up and charges. He delivers a vicious shoulderblock to Ethan's
midsection. Then another. And another. Ethan flops face first to the mat.
Prisoner picks him up, and nails him with an atomic drop. Prisoner covers.]
"1"
"2"
Jon: Ethan bridged out at two. Showtime is still slapping his forehead
over the botched move.
Rentfro: So, the kid messed up a move, big deal.
Drex: He shouldn't be showing off like that when he barely has a grasp
on the fundamentals.
[Prisoner stomps a mudhole in Ethan, who looks dazed. Prisoner attempts to
whip him into the opposite corner, but Ethan reverses it. Ethan quickly
stumbles over to his corner and tags in Showtime.]
Jon: Ethan is able to bail out.
[The Prisoner shakes it off and meets Showtime in the middle of the ring. They
have a few words, then exchange chops to the chest.]
* SMACK! *
"WOO!"
* SMACK! *
"WOO!"
* SMACK! *
"WOO!"
* SMACK! *
"WOO!"
[Prisoner gets the best of the exchange, and whips Showtime into the ropes.
Prisoner catches him upon his return and delivers a nasty powerslam, and holds
for the cover.]
"1!"
"2!"
Jon: Showtime kicks out!
[Showtime gets to his feet, and catches Preisoner off guard with a kick to the
midsection. He plants him with a DDT. Showtime rns to the ropes, and
springboards off the second rope and lands a moonsault on Prisoner. He holds
for the cover.]
"1!"
"2!"
Rentfro: Prisoner kicks out.
[Showtime heads over to his corner. He shares some words with Ethan, who looks
like he's not listening. The tag is made, and Ethan is the legal man. He lands
a few stomps to the head of the Prisoner. Then he puts him in a camel clutch.]
Jon: Prisoner is in agony! Phoenix.. doesn't look too worried.
[Ethan releases the hold. He pounces to his feet, waiting for the prisoner to
stand up. As he does, Ethan grabs his arm, flips around and looks like he was
going for some kind of mexican bodyscissors pin attempt, but he loses his
momentum and ends up hanging lamely, with his legs wrapped around Prisoner's
neck. Prisoner takes advantage of this and lifts him up and pummels him to the
mat with a nasty powerbomb. He holds for the cover.]
"1!"
"2!"
[Ethan narely kicks out at two. Prisoner lifts him up and again hammers him
with a powerbomb.]
* THUD! *
"1!"
"2!"
"3-"
Rentfor: NO! Showtime makes the save!
[Showtime kicks Prisoner off just in time, and brawls with the Prisoner for a
minute, until the ref drags him back to his corner. Both legal men are down,
and crawl to their corners.]
"SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!"
"SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!"
"SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!"
"SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!"
[Phoenix and Showtime are tagged in. Showtime charges and lands a crossbody
block on Phoenix, He holds for the cover.]
"1!"
"2!"
Jon: Phoenix kicks out!
[Showtime nails Phoenix with a superkick, and then climbs the ropes. The crowd
gets on it's feet.]
Jon: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! THE COVER!
"1!"
"2!"
"3!!!"
Jon: Showtime and his student pick up the win!
[The ref raises the hands of von Eisen and Showtime, and the crowd cheers. von
Eisen is handed his belt. He turns to leave, then Showtime turns him around.]
Drex: Looks like Showtime has words for his former pupil.
Jon: So would I, the kid almost cost them the match with all that
showing off.
[Ethan sneers and shrugs, patting his belt for emphasis. Showtime looks
annoyed, and pokes a finger in Ethan's chest, the discussion growing heated.
Ethan slaps his hand away anmd turns to leave. Showtime grabs him by the
shoulder and forces him to turn around. Ethan gives him a shove.]
Jon: Ohh boy.
[Showtime pauses.. Then swings! The two begin brawling as the crowd erupts!]
Rentfro: WHAT THE!??! SECURITY!
[The refs rush the ring and pull the two men apart.]
Jon: don't blame Showtime, the kid can't afford to get a big head!
Rentfro: Hey, this is entertainment, let the kid do his thing!
Drex: I don't think that's the last we 've seen of this conflict.
(Darren Ridel comes on the PWA-Tron)
Darren Ridel:
Showtime, Phoenix...you two need to make a decision. Either you stand with
us…or we run you down along with everyone else in this federation. You have
until tomorrow this time to notify me of your decision.
[Ridel pauses for a
moment examining the both of them…Silverbacks attention is focused on The
Prisoner while Stryker tracks Eisson…]
Darren Ridel:
You may continue with your match.
[The mic is clicked off
and the Masters start to vacate the ring…]
McDaniel:
I think Ridel’s idea of recruitment is a little off there…I mean if I were
Phoenix
or Showtime I’d tell…
Rentfro:
Phoenix
taking advantage of the situation and drives a boot right into Showtimes gut
as Ambrose was watching the M.o.A move up the rampway!
Ezekial vs. Nick Ridel
As soon as they get into the ring they lock up. Ezekial knees
Sphinx in the stomach, lifts him up and headbutts him. The ref immediatly gets
in his face and starts yelling at him, but Ezekial pushes him back. Sphinx,
meanwhile, staggers back bleeding above his eyebrow. Ezekial tries to grab him
but Sphinx rams a right hand into his stomach. Sphinx starts tenderizing his
stomach with punches. Sphinx grabs him and whips him into the ropes. Ezekial
comes back and tries to shoulder block him, but Sphinx drops and drop-toe holds
him. Sphinx sits on Ezekial's back and grabs him a camel clutch. Ezekial is
waving his arms trying to the ropes. He seems to pass out after almost a minute.
The ref checks his arm. One. Sphinx looses the hold a bit. He checks again. Two.
Sphinx raises his hands in assumed victory but Ezekial jumps up and falls backs,
crushing Sphinx. Ezekial stays on him and goes for the pin. 1... 2... Sphinx a
gets shoulder up. Ezekial lifts him up and blasts him with a right hand to the
jaw, staggering him back. Ezekial hits him with another one, dropping him to the
mat. Ezekial goes to pick Sphinx up but Sphinx hooks the back of his knee,
dropping him to the mat. Sphinx runs into the ropes and baseball slides into his
groin. Sphinx stands up and starts stomping on Ezekial, who is writhing in pain.
Sphinx climbs up top and hits an elbow drop on Ezekial. Sphinx picks him up and
sets him up for a powerbomb. He can only pull Ezekial half-way up, then tosses
him forward. Sphinx makes the cover and hooks the leg. 1...2... kick. Sphinx
picks Ezekial up but Ezekial jumps up and throws his arms back. Ezekial starts
throwing right hands into his face. After 2 or 3 punches Sphinx blocks one and
throws a punch back at him. Ezekial punches him back and Sphinx counters with
the same again. After a few more rounds, Sphinx goes for a punch and Ezekial
blocks, and punches him low in his abs. Sphinx buckles and Ezekial hits him with
Floors him, a powerbomb. Ezekial goes for the pin and the ref counts..1...2...3.
Winner: Ezekial
Fallen Angel vs. Nightstryker (World Title Match)
Jon: And at last we come to our main event!
Drex: Nightstryker challenges Fallen Angel for the world title!
Anything can happen in the PWA!
Brian: Shut up.
Drex: [hurt] What?
Jon: OK, boys, that's enough.
Announcer: Entering first, the challenger, hailing from Chicago,
Illinois, weighing in at 254 pounds... NIGHTSTRYKER!
[The sound of thunder is heard throughout the arena. The lights slowly dim,
but before they completely go out, a flash of lightning hits the ADCtron as
white fountain pyro's go off next to the entrance. Blue smoke eminates from
the back as Nightstryker appears from behind the curtain. He is accompanied by
what about a half-dozen individuals. Together they walk casually through the
smoke to the ring.]
Jon: This doesn't bode well. Just about the whole MoA is with him:
Attict, Darren Ridel, Silverback..
Rentfro: Silverback has a bag over his shoulder... Wonder what's
inside?
Announcer: ...And his opponent, weighing in at 280 punds, from Devil's
Tower, Wyoming... The PWA World Champion - FALLEN ANGEL!
[The lights in the arena go out as red flames fall from the rafters and ignite
the ramp into flames. The video screen displays a phoenix and dragon flying in
the night sky behind a crimson moon above a wolf that is howling atop a
mountain as "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed begins to blare. A cry of a
phoenix is heard. The hollow voice of Fallen Angel is heard saying "I destroy
you..from the inside out..Never say die.." He emerges swinging his black
sceptre cane and pointing to the heavens. He lets out an evil laugh and then
proceeds down the ramp with his brother Nic Midnight by his side. He enters
the ring as Midnight takes his cane and coat from him. He extends his hands
out like a phoenix and then slams them down causing the ring to ignite into
flames of various colors. Fallen Angel licks his lips and prepares for
battle.]
Jon: The ref wisely patting down both competitors...
DING, DING
Rentfro: Angel has the size advantage, as he usually does.
Drex: But Stryker has the X Factor at ringside...
Rentfro: They're just here to hang, Derxxy. They're maxin and relaxin,
as the kids like to say.
Drex: What kids say that?
[The competitors lock up in a test of strength to start things off. Fallen
Angel takes the immediate advantage, pressing Stryker back. Stryker slowly
forces himself back to an equal position. Then Stryker falls back and kicks
Angel in the midsection with both feet, flipping him over ont his back.
Stryker begins stomping away at Angel's forehead. Stryker turns to the crowd
and sneers, as they rain boos down on him.]
Jon: Not too many Nightstryker fans in attendance here tonight!
Rentfro: Think the Ridels will stick around for awhile?
Drex: You can never tell with the MoA. Right now their presence is
strong throughout the AOWF.
[Stryker stands up Fallen Angel and whips him into the ropes - well, tries to
whip him to the ropes, but FA won't budge. Stryker yanks on his arm again, but
Angel resists. Fallen Angel yanks on his arm and draws Stryker in for a
devastating clothesline.]
* THUD! *
Drex: Ouch!
[Stryker stumbles back to his feet, and is caught with a big boot to the jaw
that drops him once again. FA scoops him up - and slams him to that mat.]
Jon: Vicious powerslam by the champ!
[Fallen Angel turns to the crowd, who gives him a loud mix of cheers and boos.
Stryker takes the opportunity to get up and wrap his arms around FA's waist.
Then he pulls back and gives FA a nasty german suplex. He bridges for the pin
attempt.]
"1!"
"2!"
Jon: FA kicks out!
[Stryker presses the advantage, running off the ropes. As Fallen Angel rises
to his feet, Stryker nails him with a dropkick. He then rushes over to the
turnbuckle, and begins to climb. FA is quick to react, and grabs hold of
Nightstryker, who is perched on the top rope. He grabs him by the neck, with
his back to stryker, and drops in a devastating hanging neckbreaker.]
* CRACK! *
[The crowd groans at the sick move.]
Jon: FA with the cover!
"1!"
"2!"
Rentfro: Stryker kicks out!
Jon: FA's signaling... Looks like he's going for the sweet revenge!
[Fallen Angel drags the wounded Stryker over to the corner, and sets him up
for FA's top rope pedigree.]
Rentfro: HERE IT IS!
Drex: NO!
* THUD! *
[Stryker flips forward as FA is about to deliver the move, so that Stryker
ends up in a sitting position on FA's chest as they plummet to the mat.
Stryker reaches back and hooks the leg in a pin attempt!]
"1!"
Jon: WHAT A COUNTER!!!
"2!"
"3-
Rentfor: HE KICKED OUT!
Drex: Nightstyker is on his feet - He's signalling for the Mindbender!
Jon: Here we go... MINDBENDER!
* THUUDDD! *
Rentfro: HE GOT HIM! THE COVER!
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
Jon: IT'S OVER! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! NIGHTSTRYKER IS THE PWA WORLD
CHAMPION!
DING, DING
[Before the bell can even finish ringing, Darren Ridel, Silverback, and Attict
have swarmed into the ring, and the attack on an already fatigued Fallen Angel
begins…chair and baseball bat shots galore find their mark as Fallen Angel can
do little more then try and cover himself up…]
McDaniel: COME ON! There has to be someone back there with a heart
that’s willing to help out!
Rentfro: Please the only group in this entire federation that has ever
shown unity is that one in the ring right now.
Watas: He’s right you know.
[Silverback lets up on the attack as he drops his chair, and sliding the
duffel bag, that he had been carrying, off of his person…he drops it down to
the canvas and kneels down beside it unzipping the bag…]
[From within the bag he starts to pull out shackles attached to chains…]
McDaniel: Oh my…this isn’t looking good at all…We need security down
here now!
Rentfro: Security fears the M.o.A!
[As Silverback digs the chains out of the bag, Ridel, Stryker, and Attict halt
their attack…]
Watas: The Masters are now grabbing up the chains and fastening them to
Angel…one shackle on each ankle and each wrist! Ah boy FA is so gonna hurt
after this one.
[With each Master holding one the chains attached to the shackles they start
to move towards the turnbuckles…With a master at each of the four turnbuckles
they loop their individual chains around the ring posts, and start to pull on
the chain…]
[Slowly Fallen Angel starts to rise off the canvas until he is spread eagle at
the center of the ring…The chains are held in place by four padlocks, and then
the four Masters turn and head back towards the center of the ring and Fallen
Angel…]
McDaniel: This is no good…no good at all. No Demise tonight to help FA
out…no Thunderwolf…anyone?
Rentfro: Nope…not tonight. Tonight he’s a play thing for the Masters.
Watas: Not a toy I would want to be.
[Back at the center of the ring Ridel bends down, and starts digging through
the bag again…When he stands back up he holds something in his hands that
sends a jolt through the arena…]
McDaniel: He’s got a gasoline can! They’re going to set Fallen Angel on
fire!
Rentfro: Could be…boy I bet that’s gonna smell.
[In his right hand Ridel does indeed hold a gasoline can…in his right a roll
of tape…He tosses the gasoline can over to Stryker, who immediately opens it
and starts to dump the contents all over Fallen Angel.]
[In Ridel’s other hand he holds a roll of tape that he tosses to Silverback.]
Watas: Stryker just emptied that entire gasoline can on Fall
Angel…Silverback now starting to wrap the tape around Fallen Angel’s head
covering his mouth…Holy Moly! Ridel’s got a match book!
McDaniel: Ok…ok…this has to stop now. It’s way too serious now. Someone
get security!
Rentfro: Nah they ain’t coming.
[With his task performed Silverback backs away from the bound and gagged
Fallen Angel…a wicked smile across his lips…Ridel pulls a mic from within his
jacket pocket as Fallen Angel, consciousness now starting to quickly come back
to him, turns to watch Ridel…]
[Ridel lights a match as he brings the mic to his lips…]
Darren Ridel: The “unholy demon”…bound and gagged before me. His voice
taken from him, and only a glare to convey his feelings toward me. Your reign
of convenience ends on this night…it could have been anyone really, but you
just happened to be the guy on top at the time of my return…
[The match burns down to his finger tips, but he doesn’t flinch…Instead he
lets the dead match drop, and strikes another one…]
Darren Ridel: You’ll recognize this one I’m sure…ashes to ashes…dust to
dust…
[Darren flings the match towards Fallen Angel…]
McDaniel: OH GOD NO!!
[The feed goes black.]