World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


A Major Change Ahead

As Rampage opens, we find Chamelion standing in the ring as his music fades. The jam packed arena is mixed with boos and cheers for the owner of the PWA.

Chamelion: Many people have been wondering, why did I meet with the B.O.D. this week, and why am I in such a good mood? It's simple. The B.O.D. has decided to remove me from the position of General Manager of Rampage!

The crowd explodes into cheers.

Jon McDaniel: If this is his news, why is he so happy?

Brian Rentfro: I don't even try to understand Chamelion, anymore.

Chamelion: Of course you're wondering why I'm in a good mood, let me tell you. While I no longer have explicit control of this show, starting next week, I have been ELEVATED to 'Overseer' of both Chaos and Rampage. It means, since I am the owner, and I do still hold majority shares of stock, I informed the B.O.D. that while they can do this, as they do look out for the well fare of the stock market, I am priority owner and if they didnt give me what I asked for in this regard, I'd simply CLOSE DOWN THE PWA!

The most horrendous, loud and massive BOO in PWA History washes over Chamelion who just grins wickedly.

Chamelion: With that threat in place, the B.O.D. agreed, but reminded me that they still will be making some calls, for the 'good' of the PWA as they call it, and I will have to accept those decisions.. it's a complex deal we reached, and none of you simpletons would understand.

Boos again. Chamelion responds with a Cheshire smile.

Chamelion: As for my 'replacement'. I don't know who he is, but I'm told I will meet him next week... I could wait. No biggy, not like I care who it winds up being.

A pause

Chamelion: Now, as you all know, Chaos begins airing this Wednesday, September 2nd as the new season of television programming begins, and it's a wonderful thing to see that our show has grown SO far, so much, we have to divide the roster up. So, some superstars you won't see here anymore, but it means new superstars will be getting chances they didn't get before. Which means, Pantheon will be kicking it into high gear to whip these noobs into shape!

More boos, it's getting obvious here.

Chamelion: But some of these rookies, well, they may be new, but they're Pantheon bound! Which leads me to introduce the first match of the night to you... Viktor Stone against Orion! Let's get it on!!!

Chamelion exits the ring as Orion's theme plays and Chamelion and Engel nod to each other as they pass on the ramp.

Jon McDaniel: Ladies and Gentlemen, walking to Saturday Night Rampage!

Brian Rentfro: We've just been treated to some major news by Chamelion, about the new show Chaos, his new position and a new GM to be introduced next week!

Jon McDaniel: Lots to look forward too, and as Viktor Stone makes his way to the ring, we're ready for our first match of the night!

Viktor Stone vs Orion

Singles Match

The bell rang and Viktor began to circle inside of the squared circle, he was keeping an eye out for Matthew Engel as well as Orion. It was obvious that Viktor was going to have to keep his eyes on both men here in this contest. Orion went for a double leg takedown, but Viktor utilized his MMA experience andcaught Orion in a facelock then he began to pound his back with stiff forearm shots with his right arm. Orion went down to one knee, but that is when he was able to pull Viktor's legs out from under him and mount him with a series of punches to Stone's forehead. Viktor rolled him over slapping a armbar on Orion, but he was quickly in the ropes to break the submission type move. Viktor held the hold on for the count of four before releasing and backed up a bit. Orion got up to a vertical base, but Viktor was there with a rear waistlock, Orion reversed it into one of his own to nail a picture perfect German suplex. Viktor's head slammed into the canvas, but he was able to break the German suplex before a second one could knock him senseless, but Orion slammed his head into the canvas with a DDT anyways. Orion hit the ropes to springboard back with a lion sault, but Viktor had moved out of the way just in time, but when he had rolled outside of the ring to avoid the move, he landed at Engel's feet. Stone looked up into Engel's face, but Matthew backed away as Orion baseball slid into Stone sending his face crashing into the turnbuckle. Matthew was conducting the match as if it was an orchestra, which it may be to Orion. He pounded Viktor's face into the railing, but Stone was able to block the head bashing enough to ram an elbow into Orion's midsection. Stone then rammed Orion's face into the railing, the ref's count was up to six by this point so Stone had to rush to use the outside to his advantage. Stone rolled into the ring and broke the count, he smiled as he grabbed Orion's hair and slammed him face first into the ringpost before he whipped him into the railing. Stone was thoroughly enjoying himself as he smiled at the destruction, but then he saw Matthew Engel coming around the back way and he turned. Low blow from Orion sent Stone falling forward, but Engel just held up his hands and backed away from the exchange. Orion ran along the rail, showing great athleticism, to jump and land both knees into Stone's back. Stone is hurting, but Orion rolls him just as the referee yelled "nine" to the crowd and two wrestlers. Stone is panting inside the squared circle, but Orion picks him up, intending to make a few more blows to his worthy adversary. Orion grabs Stone in a side headlock, but Viktor powers out of it to shove Orion into the ropes. Engel yells something about it was a weak move, but Stone paid no attention because the fast Orion was charging back. Engel yelled something else out, but Viktor just lowered his head and lifted Orion over the rope. Orion spun around, and sprung from the top rope with a springboard bulldog to take Viktor to the mat. Engel was smiling on the outside as he watched his protege work here.

Orion went to weaken the arm with a crossface, but with his MMA background showing again, Viktor was able to power back out of the move and save himself some pain and suffering. Orion was told, by Engel, to finish the match now and he nodded his understanding. The grim faced Orion pulled Viktor up, but Stone slammed his head into Orion's midsection before nailing him with a combination consisting of a few European uppercuts, right jabs, left jabs, and a headbutt. Orion was thrown off his game plan here and the experienced Viktor Stone knew it. Stone delt some more quick jabs to the rib cage of Orion, before flipping Orion onto his shoulder and executing an airplane spin toss. Engel rushed over to try and pull Orion out of the ring, but Viktor was a bit quicker and got Orion out of Engel's grasp just as he reached for Orion's foot. Engel was pissed on the outside and had a few choice words for Stone, but Viktor looked back blanked faced and promptly flicked the PWA Champion off. Engel was livid and climbed onto the apron, the referee rushed over to get Engel off, this gave Stone the opening he wanted. Headbutt and right fists to Orion as he backed hiim into a corner. Engel was pointing at the obvious closed fists, but he was not getting off the apron. Stone was repeatedly punching Orion down to a seated position in the corner. The referee began a five count on Viktor who continued to pound away at his skull as he looked at Engel. Viktorthen pulled Orion out of the corner and hit his finisher, Body Bag Bitches for the cover and the win.

Winner: Viktor Stone 13:57

Matthew slides into the ring to get into Viktor's face, the two begin to trade words back and forth, the spit literally flying here. Viktor goes to throw a big hooking right hand, but is nailed between his legs with a double fist from Orion. Viktor's eyes widen in surprise and pain as he clutches at himself, he drops to his knees as he looks up at Engel. Viktor isn't helpless by anymeans, but when a guy gets hit that hard in his nads... it tends to cripple him. But as Engel rears back for a knockout blow, the crowd erupts as from the crowd comes Riona with a steel chair in hand. She slides in under the bottom rope, bouncing up swinging the foreign object. Engel ducks under the chair's path and Orion pushes him out of the ring. Riona smiles as she turns to nail Orion with the chair, but he is out of the ring as well. Matthew shouts up to Riona.

Matthew Engel: So this is what you want Riona? You had better make damn sure this is what you want.

Riona nods with a look of hatred and menace on her face. She bends to help Viktor up to his shaky feet as now Engel and Orion are making their way beside the ramp and Riona and Viktor stare after them.

~Commercial Break~

Be sure to catch Chaos as it returns to PWA and to its original day of Wednesday for some great matches. The following matches will air this Wednesday on Chaos. Simon Kalis vs Scottie 'The Panther' Snow, Lacey Gloria vs Meghan Nash Strader, James Strike vs Gary Maverick Method Cobra vs Jacob Collins, and in a non title match, Shadow Starr vs Pohatu. Please be sure to check your local guide for the channel and start time.

Ravyn declares a lightning stike!

As we return to Rampage, the scene fades in showing a dense fog settling in over the lake area. Two cloaked figures make there way through the fog and look to the camera. The shorter figure shows a devious grin as it pushes its hood back slowly. It’s face still not very clear due to all the fog, but it seems to have a girlish hairstyle. Her long locks pulled up in pigtails.

Pigtailed Figure: Chamelion, you have chosen to ignore my warnings, brushing them off by simply writing “cloaked figure” down on an obscenely long piece of paper. It’s not either of us who want your destruction. We are merely the messengers sent from the one with the true grudge against you.

The other figure makes its way next to her and places his arm around her waist still saying nothing.

Pigtailed Figure: You have now somewhat seen me, so I shall give you a name in which you can refer to me as. You may call me Ravyn.

She glances up to the other figure and smiles softly, and then looks back.

Ravyn: Now, one last time I shall be the one to warn you. Chamelion, everything you hold dear is in danger, from the PWA down to your favorite pair of socks. The person that comes for you is truly evil in their own right. They once faked their own kidnapping just to incite a flame in another. They let no on into their hearts but when they do it is truly amazing, but also on the same hand if that person hurts them then all hell tends to happen around that person.

The unnamed figure points toward the camera.

Ravyn: You, Camelion, you are one of those who betrayed the gift of being one let in. Now they will come with all the wrath and vengeance to destroy you. You have truly wronged them.

One last thing, as for your little teammates go I have something to tell them. Stay out of this. This battle is not with you, nor should you concern yourselves with it. This burden is Camelions and Chamelions alone.

The figure slides Ravyn’s hood back over her head lovingly as they turn and walk back off into the fog.

Will Chamelion listen more carefully to this second warning? Will we be seeing Ravyn again, and if so exactly who is she? So many unanswered questions, but one thing remains certain… someone wants to make Camelion suffer… but why?

Jethro Hayes vs Sunshine Warrior

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

**With the opening lyrics of the beautiful Natasha ringing in over the sound system, it's only right that a horizon be shown across the Jumbo-tron. The
lights dim and the stage lights up with reds, oranges and yellows. **

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.

**With that Adrian and be seen bursting through the curtain and bouncing around with his natural cheery aroma. **

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.

Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

There's a place that I go,
But nobody knows.
Where the rivers flow,
And I call it home.

And there's no more lies.
In the darkness, there's light.
And nobody cries.
There's only butterflies.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

Take me away: A secret place.
To better days take me away.

Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.

The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.

"Suuuuuuuuuuuey!" The cranking of a tractor is heard throughout the arena and the video entrance of Jethro Hayes begins playing over the big screen.
Cows moo, on the screen cows are shown in a green pasture. Pigs are oinking, on the screen pigs run around in mud within a fence. The scene on the screen
goes to rolling hills, showing combines in the field harvesting crops, tractors harrowing the ground preparing for the new crop; semi trucks are hauling
off the harvested crop. A man walks up the 3 steps and opens the door on the cab of his John Deere tractor, he is wearing a John Deere trucker hat, and
is missing a few teeth, evident by the grinning face he turns to the camera, he waves at the camera; it is part of a family video. He climbs on into the
cab of the tractor; along with the cranking of the tractor on the screen, the beginning of Thank God I'm a Country Boy by John Denver begins to play over
the speaker system.

~Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
~Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack
~Its early to rise, early in the sack
~Thank God Im a country boy

The curtains are pulled back by two people and the front of a John Deere 4720 tractor is seen in the backstage area, smoke boiling up from the muffler.

~Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
~A raisin me a family and workin on a farm
~My days are all filled with an easy country charm
~Thank God Im a country boy

When the words "kinda laid back" are heard, the tractor begins moving forward slowly down the ramp the tractor is moving at about 3 miles an hour.

Eric Emerson: "From Lean Ox, Ga; weighing 315 pounds and standing at 6' 7"... Jethro Hayes!"

With the mentioning of his name, Jethro toots the tractor's horn inside the cab and waves to the crowd, he revs the tractor's engine slightly in response
to the crowd.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

The tractor arrives at the bottom of the ramp and Jethro stops the tractor, toots the horn while reving the tractor to full power; then he shuts the tractor
off. Jethro climbs out of the tractor to a huge pop, he waves and climbs down. Jethro is wearing overalls with a yellow John Deere shirt underneath, brown
Wolverine boots, and a John Deere hat.

~When the works all done and the suns settlin low
~I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
~The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
~Thank God Im a country boy
~Id play sally goodin all day if I could
~But the lord and my wife wouldnt take it very good
~So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
~Thank God Im a country boy

He touches a few fans hands on his way to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring He walks to one corner and waves to those fans.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to another corner and waves to those fans, nodding along with the music.

~Well I wouldnt trade my life for diamonds and jewels
~I never was one of them money hungry fools
~Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin tools
~Thank God Im a country boy

He walks to the third corner and waves to those fans with thumbs up in the air, still nodding along with the music; he mimics playing a fiddle.

~Yeah, city folk drivin in a black limousine
~A lotta sad people thinkin thats mighty keen
~Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
~Thank God Im a country boy

Reaching the fourth corner, he takes off his hat and throws it into the crowd; shaking his head he prepares for the match.

~Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
~When the suns comin up I got cakes on the griddle
~Life aint nothin but a funy funny riddle
~Thank God Im a country boy
The song fades away slowly with the chorus repeating while it dwindles into silence.

Ding Ding

Jon McDaniel: Two respectful combatents going at here for respect.

Brian Rentfro: Respect has no place here in the PWA, only power and those who seek it.

Collar and elbow, Jethro with the power advantage backing Adrian up into a corner, Jethro releases immediately, Adrian nods his respect to the Intercontinental Champion before coming out with a flying clothesline. Jethro is taken aback from the quick move and Adrian is on the attack, hejumps behind Jethro and wraps his legs around Jethro's arms and falls back causing Jethro's neck and head to land at an ackward angle. Jethro slaps a hand to his neck before grunting and getting back up to his feet. Adrian with a leg kick to Jethro's neck, he knows he has hurt the big man somewhat. Adrian with a side headlock as Jethro gets to his knees, Jethro shoves him forward. Adrian hits the ropes, leaps over Jethro, springboarding back with a corkscrew backflip sending Jethro back to the canvas. Adrian locks on the Sun Burn to try and weaken the neck and shoulder of Jethro, but the big man powers quickly to the ropes where heplaces his right hand on the rope. Sunshine Warrior quickly releases the hold out of respect and waits for Jethro to back away from the ropes. As Jethro releases the bottom rope, Adrian is there grabbing Jethro in a front facelock, before placing Jethro in a piledriver position, he tries to lift Jethro for a piledriver, but Jethro lowers his weight and flips Adrian over his back and to the canvas. Jethro falls into the ropes from the kneeling position and holds at his neck once more, the pain evident in his face as his eyes close.

Jon McDaniel: I think Jethro is hurt Brian.

Brian Rentfro: Then the dumb hick should quit and go get checked out.

Jethro pulls himself up as Adrian gets back up as well, both shake their heads. Jethro turns as Sunshine Warrior comes flying with a forearm, but Jethro ducks and sends Adrian over the top rope, but he catches the top rope and skins the cat as Jethro stumbles forward. Adrian springs from the top rope with a reverse hurricanrana and Jethro is sent back to the canvas holding at his neck, his eyes are closed and Adrian goes for the cover.

One... Two... Jethro places a foot on the bottom rope to prevent the loss. Adrian gets him up and whips him into the ropes with a big grunt, Hayes goes into the ropes. Adrian charges in, but Jethro places a big boot into the top of Adrian's head and he crumples to the mat like a ton of bricks, Jethro slumps in the corner and is swaying side to side. The referee comes over to check on Jethro's condition, but Hayes merely tells him "No." He walks over to where Adrian is slowly getting back to his feet, he locks him in a front facelock and lifts Sunshine Warrior up, stalls, and slams him down with a stalling vertical suplex, but Jethro isn't moving either. The referee is quickly there to administer a count of ten and is up to eight when Jethro and Adrian get up to their feet. Adrian comes at Jethro with a high leg lariat, but Jethro catches him with a spinebuster and Adrian is back down to the canvas, but it is obvious that something is wrong with Jethro as he stumbles over to the opposite side ropes, he drapes himself on the turnbuckle and the referee checks on him once again. Jethro points over to Sunshine Warrior and gets him to check on Adrian, Jethro is always worried about the other person.

Jon McDaniel: What is he doing out...

*WHAM!* Engel slams the lead pipe into Jethro's neck, but the big man slumps in the corner, the referee is distracted by someone, Engel with another shot and Jethro falls down to the canvas on his front, he isn't moving at all. Engel drops down and makes his way through the crowd hurriedly. Adrian pulls himself back up and covers Jethro, not having seen anything that happened.

One... Two... Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match, "The Sunshine Warrior" Adrian.... Adidas!

Adrian can't believe it and the look on his face shows that he can't believe it as the referee holds his hand high into the air.

Brian Rentfro: Jethro was beaten by Sunshine Warrior here tonight.

Jon McDaniel: With some help from the PWA World Champion.

Brian Rentfro: How you lie, I'd like to see the proof.

Jon McDaniel: Where were you about thirty seconds ago?

Brian Rentfro: Checking to see if anything else is going on in the Rumormill.

Adrian rolls out of the ring as the referee is checking on Jethro in the center of the ring. Adrian is backstage when The hard bass and drums from "The God That Failed" kick up in the speakers and Engel walks from the back of the arena with a lead pipe in hand. He calmly makes his way down and slides under the bottom rope and moves the referee out of the way with a threat of using the pipe on him, Jethro is shelpless in the center of the ring, unable to move. Engel just laughs as he stares down at the man who claims to be the Southern Hero. Matthew calmly slams the lead pipe into Jethro's neck once more before locking on a crucifix armbar with a neck submission. Jethro doesn't scream out, he doesn't moan, he is expressionless as he is in the center of the ring, Engel shows no compassion as he keeps the hold locked in. The referee has had enough and tries to get Engel off of Jethro, Engel drops the Southern Hero out of the hold after a minute of the intense pain that Jethro made no effort in releasing. Engel looks down at his handy work when "Alcohol" by the Dropkick Murphys hits and from the back comes Bubba J, one of Jethro's best friends in the world. Engel slides out of the ring and quickly back around to the ramp as Bubba J stands over the fallen Jethro. EMTs rush past Engel as he backs up the ramp, laughter coming from his mouth as fire burns in his eyes. He pulls a mic from a pocket and up to his lips.

Matthew Engel: Jethro, that is what happens when you don't finish your goal.

The crowd boos.

Matthew Engel: That is what happens when you cross the most dominant faction professional wrestling has ever seen.

Still more booing.

Matthew Engel: That is what happens... when you are in my crosshairs.

Engel drops the mic turning to head back through the curtain. Bubba J stands there with hatred in his face and nods, a smile crossing his face as he talks to one of the EMTs that place Jethro on a stretcher and begin to roll him beside the ramp. Bubba J walking along beside the procession, his fists clenched in anger.

Jon McDaniel: Now what do you think about Matthew Engel, Jethro could be crippled.

Brian Rentfro: He sure is amazing isn't he, Engel I mean.

Backstage with Jethro and Bubba J

The camera cuts backstage as Jethro is getting prepared to be loaded into the ambulance. Jethro has a neckbrace around his neck and his eyes flutter open barely as he looks from side to side. Bubba J is there beside him, butno tears trickle down his face, he is too angry for that. They go to lift him in when...

Jethro: Wait a minute.

They stop and place him back down on the ground and they don't look happy about being forced to wait.

Jethro: I've got something to say.

Bubba J: No need to say anything man, I'm going to ruin his f*bleep*king night for him.

Jethro looks over to Bubba J and frowns.

Jethro: Don't stoop to their level Bubba, you don't deserve it.

Bubba J looks disgusted and shakes his head.

Bubba J: He and that damn Hunter Sullivan are going to get what is coming to them, but Engel is my main concern right now.

Jethro tries to sit up, but Bubba J and the other EMTs push him back down.

Jethro: Don't interfere in his match, I know we don't see eye to eye anymore, but Zout doesn't deserve to win that way man.

Bubba J: I don't give a damn about anyone but Engel right now Hayes.

Jethro: Zout may not like me, but he has earned this shot, he has earned the right to a fair match. Don't... get... involved...

The last cost Jethro cause he is wincing from the pain

Jethro: Leave him Bubba, don't mess with the match. I'll be fine.

Bubba J shakes his head.

Bubba J: I won't mess with the match nor him this week... but next week may be a different story.

Jethro winces again.

Jethro: That is what they do Bubba, don't be like them.

Bubba J: He could have just ended your career and you are trying to protect him?

Jethro: Yes, fairness man.

Bubba J with a sick smile... a "revengeful smile.

Bubba J: Fairness... just went out the window Jethro. You may be about fairness, but I'm about kicking a f*bleep*ker's ass when it needs to be kicked.

The EMTs have had enough and pick Jethro up and load him in the ambulance. Bubba J steps back as they lock the door. He turns to face the door backstage that leads into the arena.

Bubba J(muttering): It is usually about winning and losing, now it is just about blood, Matthew Engel's blood.

Bubba J walks to his truck and brings out his homemade baseball bat, he calls it "Ripper". It is a wooden baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire with tacks and broken glass glued all over it. Bubba J is facing the door again as he swings the bat lightly.

Bubba J: I knew this bat would come in handy again.

The scene cuts back to ringside as the door slams shut.

Alex Wilkie vs Marxx

Singles Match

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron is flashing as Marxx's new theme, "Shackler's Revenge" from Guns 'N Roses, plays through the arena. All of a sudden, four bright spotlights starts turning around like on a red carpet and stops all of a sudden, doing a "X" form with their rays of light. Red and blue spotlights turns in circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black leather coat.

He walks to a side of the ramp, raising his arm, then walks to the other side, where he does the same thing. While walking to a side to another, we could notice he was dancing a little bit. After, he comes back to the middle of the entrance ramp as he motions the crowd to cheer louder with his hands each sides of him. From there, he puts his arms in front of his face in his usual X, and then drops them quickly at each sides of him, a huge smile on his face. He let go a "Woo!" before starting his walk to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Marxx!

He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, then turns back by the fans as he takes off his leather coat to the crowd's excitement. Then, he rolls inside the ring and jumps on a corner, where he does an X with his arms in front of his face before dropping them to each side. He jumps off the turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite side before going by Eric, asking for his microphone. Eric gave it to him and Marxx went in the middle of the ring. As his music slowly died, he put the microphone close from his mouth, ready to speak for the first time in front of the live crowd!

Marxx: What's up, Marxxaddicts!

That sentence resulted in a good reaction from the crowd.

Marxx: I hope you guys are enjoying the show so far, because it's FAR from being over! And as an appetizer for what's coming later, you're about to see your Midnight Role Model performing, you're about to see Marxx taking another Pantheon member and make him look like the little b**ch he is in front of this sold out arena, as well as the millions watching at home!

He took a pause, and then continued.

Marxx: But this match, this is absolutely nothing. What I'm about to do in this ring, it is just a percent of how wild, how cranked up and how rude I'm going to be at Manitoba Mayhem. Chamelion, I know you're watching. And I hope you're taking notes because what I'm about to do to Alex is just a little piece of what's coming at you soon. You don't know in what kind of lion's den you threw yourself in when you started to mess with me. But this is all coming to an end in a few weeks when I'm going to leave my...

And he raised his microphone as the crowd answered by yelling "MARXX!"

Marxx: ... On you!

With that said, he threw the microphone behind, waiting for Alex.

For a second the crowd sits in silence, then two screaming rockets fire off from the light rig around the ring and set off a large set of fireworks on the stage, which kicks off "Ready to Roll" By Jet Black Stare

The song hits the PA system hard, and out from behind the curtain comes "Grade "A Alex Wilkie, a Kendo Stick in his hand he smacks it on the ground before walking down the ramp.

Eric Emmerson: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Making his way to the ring weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, hailing from The City of Sin! He is GRADE A. ALEX WIIIILLLLKIE!!!"

He psyches out a few fans who were asking for high fives and poses for a couple of pictures before sliding under the bottom rope, he runs to the side of where all the camera's are facing and hops up to the middle rope, giving a pair of Devil horns before hopping down. The music fades.

Both Marxx and Alex circle each other in the ring... the ref calls for the opening bell!


Jon McDaniel: And this match is underway! Two former world champions, going at it, for the first time here tonight!

Brian Rentfro: I can't wait! I know for sure Wilkie is gonna soften Marxx up before his match with Chamelion at Manitoba Mayhem!

They go for the lock up, Alex quick moves with a hammer lock, Marxx counters with a roll and slips Alex into a hammer lock of his own, Alex quickly delivers a couple shots from his Elbow to Marxx's head, Marxx lets go and Alex quickly drops him with a hard enzigurie!!

Jon McDaniel: and a hard shot from the brawler Wilkie, lots of technical background on him, but he always loves to get his hands dirty.

Brian Rentfro: Wilkie know's exactly what he's doing when he gets in the ring, although Marxx is also now an official veteran of the ring, after his run with the world title!

Alex quickly hooks Marxx's legs!



Kick out!

Marxx throws his shoulder up and Alex pulls him up, he tosses him into the turnbuckle and quickly comes at him with a Stinger Splash! But Marxx rolls out of the way at the last second and hits him with a hard european uppercut!

Jon McDaniel: Wilkie falls short with that stinger splash, and Marxx takes advantage!

Brian Rentfro: Any more slip ups like that and Wilkie will cost himself the match, that's a given!

Marxx poses to the crowd for a couple seconds before he drives his knee into Alex's gut! Alex keels over but Marxx pushes him back up against the turnbuckle, another knee to the gut! Marxx backs up a bit, shows the world his hand and brings to into a hard fist right the gut, the ref gets between both wrestlers and tells Marxx to back off alittle! Alex takes this chance and pushes the ref into Marxx! Marxx throws the ref out of the way and Alex hits him with a hard Low blow and then a poke in the eye!!

Jon McDaniel: Oh Come on now! Wilkie just blind sided Marxx with that low blow! Where's the sportsmanship in that!

Brian Rentfro: I'm pretty sure we've established that Alex is in Pantheon and will do what it takes to win!!

Alex climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle, he lets out a tremendous battle call and moonsaults off the top rope and lands on Marxx with a hard thud! He goes for the pin!



Foot on the rope!!

Marxx throws his foot to the nearest bottom rope and Alex! Alex looks very unsatisfied as he gets to his feet, he pulls Marxx away from the corner and lifts him up into a fireman's carry!

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Alex is going to put Marxx away!

Brian Rentfro: That's the beginnings of a Grade A Stunner! Marxx is finished!

Alex goes to spin Marxx off into his Grade A Stunner, but Marxx shifts a bit and lands on his feet! He quickly pulls Alex into a half nelson and drops him with the bottle buster!!

Jon McDaniel: Marxx just countered the Grade A Stunner!! Alex looks like he's out!!

Alex rolls out under the bottom rope, and wipes his face, blood oozes from his nose.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Marxx drew blood with that! Alex does not look happy!

Brian Rentfro: Who Would! But this will only make Alex angry, and you don't wanna see him when he's angry!!

Alex circles the ring a bit, he rolls under the rope and goes to lock up with Marxx again! He quick knees him in the gut and pulls him into a hard suplex!! He drops Marxx to his back and gets up rather quickly, he runs for the rope and spring boards off the middle, Marxx just barely rolls out of the way of Alex's Lionsault!

Jon McDaniel: Ooh! Alex misses another splash, that's the second time in this match-up!

Brian Rentfro: Uh-oh! Look at Marxx!

Marxx circles around Alex as Alex slowly gets to his foot, Marxx quickly goes to grab him, but Alex pokes him in the eye once again! Marxx holds his eye, temporarily blinded! Alex quickly pulls him into a school boy!!




Marxx rolls out of the School Boy and Alex slams his fist down on the ground, he rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair from the outside, he rolls back under the ring as the ref confronts him, the ref tries to grab the chair but Alex cracks him over the head with it!!

Jon McDaniel: Oh My god!!

Brian Rentfro: I second the motion!

Alex quickly jabs the top of the Chair in Marxx guts and then smashes it over his head!! the ref calls for the bell as he holds his head!!


Jon McDaniel: Alex just got himself balantly disqualified!!

Brian Rentfro: What for! He was winning wasn't he? WASN'T HE?!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the match via disqualifacation... “The Midnight Role-Model” MARXX!!

Alex walks out of the ring, the chair in his hand, he looks to the ring and the crowd begins to chant “SELL OUT! SELL OUT! SELL OUT!!” Alex shakes his head and walks backstage.

Matt Stone (c) vs Ryan Ross

PWA Grizzly Beer Title Match

After both men have entered the ring, ‘Voices’ By Rev Theory hits the airwaves and both men turn, already anticipating something bad going down. Chamelion smiles and delivers directly to their expectations.

Chamelion: Heya kids, I know this is sort of out of the blue, but hey, being the boss means I can sort of, ya know… do these things. Anyway, just wanted to let you two know, that as a ‘gift’ to Chaos, the one of you two that loses this match, will be shipped over to Chaos in a Loser Leaves Rampage match! By the way, Stone, that’s the only stipulation for this match tonight.

The crowd reacts loudly and both men stare at Chamelion in shock. He adds more.

Chamelion: Course, I’m not concerned about the Grizzly Beer title, since the winner will keep it over here when it belongs. Have fun, you two!

Ross and Matt stared across at each other as the referee went over the rules for this contest and the implications to the person who was the loser. The bell then rang and these two locked horns in the center, Ross went for a wristlock, but Matt was able to counter it into a wristlock of his own. But the experienced Ross reversed it into a wristlock then hammerlock before Matt dropped to one knee to flip Ross up and over him. Matt ran to the ropes to bounce back with a dropkick to Ross's head, but Ross was able to roll out of the way and avoid that particular punishment. Ross up hurriedly as Matt was doing the same, Ross forearmed him back to the corner where he delivered a series of stinging chest slaps that had the crowd "Wooing" loudly. Ross smiled at the crowd, but the distraction cost him as Matt was able to reverse his position with Ross and deliver a series of chops to him instead. Ross slammed his head into Matt's head to stop the flow of chops, and as Matt stumbled backwards, Ross climbed to the second turnbuckle to dive forward with a clothesline. Matt was fortunate enough to move out of the way and catch Ross's arm to slam it into his knee for a nice looking arm breaker. He pulled Ross back up to a vertical base, but Ross yanked him into the ropes. Matt reversed, but Ross reversed again and Matt went running into the ropes. Ross lowered his head, but Matt nailed a Knee Kick to send Ross to the outside on his back and with a pretty big headache as well. Matt looked for a minute and saw the back of Ross's head, Matt ran and dived through the ropes with a suicide dive to send Ross back down to the floor, Matt was on fire. But Ross put him out with a single leg takedown, Matt's head hitting the announce table with a thud. The poor announce table always gets hit, it is a standard. Anyways, Ross smiled as he pulled Matt back up and whipped him back and forth from the apron to the announce table, the ref's count getting up to seven before Ross rolled inside the ring. But Ross rolled back out, not wanting to win by count-out he rolled Matt back inside the combat zone, Ross dropped a leg on his throat and hooked the leg. But fortunately Matt was able to roll his shoulder up and Ross only got a count of two as he synched in a sitting sleeper hold on Matt, to try and weaken him further. Matt seemed to be fading, but his fans in the arena began a "Stone" chant that got his blood pumping again and he got up, dropping Ross's chin on top of his head. Ross released the sleeper hold immediately as he just seemed to melt back to the canvas. But Matt was quick, sweeping the legs out from under the falling Ross. The referee rushed over to check on Ross's condition and went to call for the bell but Ross shouted for him not to as he wanted to continue. The referee shrugged his shoulders and nodded for Matt to continue. Matt was obliged to keep the match going, for he wanted very much to retain his belt and stay on Rampage. Matt scored with a dropkick and a cover, but Ross managed to kick out at two and fifteen sixteenths; it was so close the fans of Matt Stone began cheering but the referee held up two fingers. Matt couldn't believe what was going through this man's body that he could keep up with the match after all of the sick and vicious hits he had taken. Perhaps Matt's respect had built up a lot more for Ross here. He lifted Ross up to a vertical base, Ross barely conscious on his feet, Matt went for a neck breaker, but Ross countered into one of his own; clearly out of desperation as he laid there after hitting it. The referee began a count here as both men were down on the canvas but surprisingly both men got up at nearly the same time. Ross nodded to Matt and the two locked up again. Ross floated behind Matt quickly to lock in a rear waist lock and hit a German Suplex in the center of the ring, but he was too exhausted and hurt to do more than that. He crawled to the ropes and picked himself up, looking to finish this thing right now before he received anymore punishment. With Stone bent over, exhausted, Ross snuck up behind to go for another rear waist lock, when Stone threw his leg back between Ross’s and blatantly hit a low blow between the legs!

The ref immediately called for the bell, as the crowd booed loudly, and Matt Stone found himself disqualified!

Brian Rentfro: Stone is DQ’d! He loses the match!

Jon McDaniel: That means that Matt Stone is no longer a member of Rampage!

Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, as a result of a disqualification, RYAN ROSS!

Stone rolls out of the ring, collecting his PWA Grizzly Beer Title, and Jon and Brian both realize something.

Brian Rentfro: Stone’s going to Chaos…………

Jon McDaniel: And he’s taking the Grizzly Beer title with him! He just screwed over Chamelion’s plan!

Brian Rentfro: AND Ross’s who expected to be the new GB champion tonight!

Ross argues with the referee as Matt Stone saunters up the ramp, title over his shoulder and waves goodbye to the Rampage crowd.

The Pantheon (c) vs Riona Langly & Emperor Ian

PWA Tag-Team Title Match


The lights dim and flicker as the steel cage hanging above the ring begins to the lower. Of course, this gets a nice pop from the sold out Louisiana Superdome crowd.

Brian Rentfro: I'm looking forward to this match my friend. Think about all the crazy carnage that these 4 can dish up inside that hellish structure!

Jon McDaniel: I shudder to think of what we're about to see here

Brian Rentfro: You shudder from fear, I shudder in anticipation. This is gonna be great!

The hard guitar opening to Carnivore's Manic Depression starts up as the cage finally lowers to the mat. As the ring techs scurry about to secure and fasten the cage, Emperor Ian walks out to a smattering of cheers, wearing his half of the "GWA Global Tag Team Championship" belts that he had shown off in his promo this week. Ian holds the belt high as a small bit of pyro ignites behind him.

### Manic depression is touchin' my soul ###
### I know what I want but I just don't know how to heh! ###
### Go about gettin' it ###
### Feelin' sweet feelin' Drops fom my fingers ###
### Manic depression is a catchin' my soul Yeah ###

Ian begins his walk down to the ring, ignoring the fans that are attempting to give him high fives...

Eric Emerson: Introducing the challengers! First, he stands 6 feet, 1 inch and weighed in this morning at an even 200 pounds...

### Woman so weary The sweet cause in vain ###
### You make love You break love It's all the same when it's ###
### When it's over ###
### Music sweet music I wish I could caress Caress Caress ###
### Manic depression is a frustrating mess! ###

Ian looks at the towering cage in front of him and hits it with his elbow a couple of times, getting the feeling into it before walking over to the door, being held open by referee Scott Swindell.

Eric Emerson: He currently hails from Imperial County, California...

### Well I think I'll go turn myself off and go on down All the way down ###
### Really ain't no use in me hangin' around in Your kind-a scene ###
### Music sweet music I wish I could caess and a kiss Kiss ###
### Manic depression is a frustratin' mess! ###

Ian gets into the cage and climbs the turnbuckle, once again holding the title high up for the camera to see, a grin on his face.

Eric Emerson: This is EMPEROR... IAN!!

### Music sweet music Sweet music Sweet music ###
### Music sweet music Sweet music Yeah ###

Brian Rentfro: Look at that idiot, carrying around that belt like he's won it. I mean, sure, he got a GWA official to come in an vouch for the title, but it's all a little suspicious to me...

Jon McDaniel: But Brian, doesn't that ALSO call into question The Phoenix and his GWA Global Championship?

Brian Rentfro: You are a liar sir! The Phoenix would never lie about holding the most prestigious championship in wrestling today. I think you owe the man a Yoohoo for your crimes!

Jon McDaniel: Whatever you say.

Ian hops off the turnbuckle and walks over the door, handing the title off to Scott on the outside, who hands it off to the timekeeper...

### Today... my name... is pain... ###

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened ADCTron show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages... A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR... The guitar stops it's long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the ADCTron... Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, and Viktor Stone...

### Tonight... Tonight... ###
### Tonight... ###

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....

### GO! ###

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing... she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 142 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches. She is the leader of the Apostles of Ares...

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###

Riona stops at the end of the ramp and looks into the cage at Ian, a creepy smile on her face as she calmly walks over to the door...

### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona walks up the steps and calmly steps into the ring, a departure from her usual angry entrance... Ian looks at her for a moment as she climbs the turnbuckle, and then, in a disregard to her own safety, starts to climb the cage herself.

### We Bleed Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona sits herself at the top of the cage and looks down, snapping off one of her crux poses as the ringposts erupt in flames, startling her partner.

### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###

Riona climbs down from the cage and starts some light stretches, her eyes never leaving the entrance ramp as Ian begins to question her over why she did not have her GWA Global Tag Title with her. As Ian states his case, 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.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, the champions! Now coming to the ring, he stands 6 feet, 2 inchs and tipped the scales this morning at 227 pounds.Corner brook Newfoundland Canada..

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you

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 ego is shown off as he starts moving his way across the stage, holding up his half of the PWA World Tag Team Championship. The green and purple lights reflect and cause glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seems steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp is laid out before him, en route to his goal.

Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

Eric Emerson: He comes to us from Corner Brook, Newfoundland, Canada and is currently one half of the PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD...

Sullivan walks calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter's feet reacts with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan finds himself on the matting surrounding the ring. Looking up into the ring, Hunter wags his finger at Riona, already waiting at the cage and screaming for Hunter to get into the ring.

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you


The music dies off and Sullivan points to the entrance ramp as "The Final Countdown" by Europe begins to play. The arena lights go out and the ADCTron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and white and red pyros flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix the comes down from the rafters on a harness, landing next to Hunter. He spares a glance at his tag team partner and unstraps both the PWA Tag and GWA Global Championships. Each Pantheon member hands their titles off to the timekeeper and steps into the cage.

* * * DING DING DING * * *

The cage door barely has a chance to close as, the challengers ambush the champions as soon as they enter the ring, Riona on Hunter and Ian on the Phoenix. Riona lays into Hunter with her wicked knife edged chops, pushing him into the corner while Ian pounds on Robinson with a series of stiff elbows to the head. Looking at each other, the former champs show some serious teamwork as they Irish whip the Pantheon members into each other, but it backfires on them a bit as the champions swing around each other and come back, hitting Riona and Ian with near simultaneous Stinger Splashes. Hunter follows his Splash on Riona with an attempt at a bulldog, but Riona turns the momentum around just as quickly, keeping Hunter in the air for a back suplex. Rob is the first to attempt to use the cage as he goes for the old cheese grater spot on Ian, only for him to elbow out of the hold and ram Robinson mask first into the unforgiving steel. Robinson stumbles backwards right into Riona, who drops him right onto his head with a half-nelson suplex. Hunter comes out of nowhere, going for an early finish to the match with the Viper Snap, but Ian catches him by the leg and throws him backwards with a release T-Bone Suplex that sends him into the cage. Turning back to Robinson, Riona runs the ropes, getting some momentum before Ian picks her up and flapjacks him onto the 6 time PWA World Champ, but this only gets a one count.

Jon McDaniel: Fast action so far, as the challengers look to have worked out their miscommunication.

Brian Rentfro: Well, duh! They got their asses beat last week, they NEED to work together better to have a slight chance at taking the titles from the Pantheon.

Continuing on unabated, Riona mounts The Phoenix and starts to lay into him with a barrage of vicious punches, bringing back memories of her brutal matches against Jamie Flynn last summer. Ian picks up Hunter and whips him into the ropes, but he telegraphs the upcoming monkey flip and Hunter rolls him back to his feet just in time to be dropped to the mat with a DDT. Hunter keeps the hold on, grapevining his legs around Ian's torso and attempting to choke him out, but it's too early for this as Riona rushes over and breaks the hold with a stomp. Riona grabs a handful of Hunter's hair and starts to mangle him with nasty elbows, but Robinson bails out his partner from this fate as he grabs ahold of Riona's tanktop and pulls her backwards into an elbow to the kidneys. Riona staggers forward, right into Hunter's grasp as he goes for a belly-to-belly suplex. Crazy as she is, Riona headbutts her way out of the hold, and guides a charging Phoenix to spear his own partner into the corner! Robinson turns around, and gets faceplanted into the mat with a double flapjack from the challengers. Ian quickly makes the cover, but only gets another 1 count for his troubles before Hunter breaks it up. Both teams get back to their feet and it's about 3 seconds of waiting before they're tearing into one another once more in the center of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Damn Jon! These team just will not let anything stop them.

Jon McDaniel: Well, if you think about it, these are the most prestigious Tag Team Titles in wrestling. They should want to do anything to win them.

Brian Rentfro: SECOND Most Prestigious.

Jon McDaniel: Whatever.

The makeshift team of Riona and Ian start to get the better hand of the exchange, pushing the champions into the ropes. With their backs to the steel, the champions lash out, shoving the challengers away and rushing forward for a pair of lariats. However, Ian ducks Hunter's attempt and Riona knees Rob right ino the gut to stop him cold. Bouncing off of opposite sets of ropes, Hunter Sullivan runs right into a spinebuster from Ian and Riona nails the Phoenix with a Tornado DDT. Rob bounces back to his feet from the impact, and Riona puts him down for the count with a big time leg lariat. Ian pulls Hunter up to his feet and sets in a Front Facelock, but Hunter manuevers out of the hold and grabs Ian in a Half-Nelson. Ian uses his free arm to elbow out of the hold, but Hunter surprises him with a knee to the gut and a Fisherman's Suplex that Hunter turns in mid-air to crush Ian's neck right onto his outstretched knee. Hunter stands up and immediately gets floored by Riona as she whacks him with a stiff Yakuza kick that could be heard in the upper reaches of the arena. Riona turns to deliver more damage, and gets ambushed by Robinson who damn near kicks her fucking head off with a spinning wheel kick. Rob pulls her to her feet, but doesn't keep her there for long as she gets tossed right into the steel by the Phoenix.


Jon McDaniel: I'm going to tell her you said that...


With Ian down for just a bit, Hunter and Robinson start to work over the former 2 time IC Champion. Hunter starts off the festivities, so to speak, by grinding Riona's face into the cage a bit. Pushing Riona to her knees, Robinson holds her face against the steel as Hunter bounces off the ropes and cracks her in the face with a knee. Pulling Riona away from the cage, Rob lifts her up in a vertical suplex to drop her onto Hunter's knees for a modified gutbuster, but Ian saves Riona by clipping Rob's knee. Riona floats out of the hold, shoving Rob into Hunter as he charges her. The champs collide and stagger backwards, Robinson falling right into Riona and Ian, who pick him up and rebound him off the steel before dropping him in a back suplex. Hunter regains his balance and rushes the champs, but Ian catches him with a drop-toe hold and Riona bounces off the second rope to deliver a kneedrop to the back of his head. Riona turns around and goes to pick up Robinson, but she gets a rake to the eyes and gets pulled forward, her head slamming into the second turnbuckle. Ian fares a little better as he picks up Hunter, only for Hunter to attempt a quick small-package that gets a 2 count. Both men roll to their feet and rush each other at the same time, dropping one another with clotheslines.

Brian Rentfro: Well, that was sort of pointless.

Jon McDaniel: These two teams are evenly matched so far, but I have a feeling things are going to pick up real soon.

The Phoenix doesn't let up on Riona, as she is hammered with elbow after elbow, before he drops her with a Spinning Back Fist. Robinson quickly continues the offense as he yanks Riona to her feet and pulls her into a belly-to-belly Suplex. Not giving her a chance to breath, Robinson yanks her up once again and power whips her into the turnbuckle. Riona bounces off her feet from the impact and slumps back onto the turnbuckle before she is whacked with a stiff Yakuza kick of Rob's, to give her a taste of her own medicine. Rob pulls Riona out of the corner with a handfull of hair before yanking on it with an Arm Wringer that brings Langly down to a sitting position. Running the ropes, Robinson is surprised as Ian comes out of nowhere to SPEAR him right into the corner! Ian gets back to his feet... VIPER SNAP~! Hunter gets back to his feet... REALITY CHECK! Riona falls onto Hunter... 1... 2... NO~! Riona slams her fist down on the mat a bit, but doesn't stop as she pulls Hunter to his feet and pulls him into a Front Facelock, going for the BOMB DROPP-REVERSED! Hunter drops to a knee and flapjacks Riona face first into the steel! A trickle of blood starts to flow down Riona's face from the move, but that isn't the true part of the pain as Hunter hits her with the CRUMBLER! 1... 2... IAN BREAKS IT UP!

Jon McDaniel: And Emperor Ian with the save! That was a close one for Riona...

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, but I'll tell you what... her being upside down like that... totally a perfect view man.

Jon McDaniel: Do you think about anything but sex?

Brian Rentfro: Violence?

Jon McDaniel: Oh.

Hunter quickly scrambles up to his feet and charges towards Ian for a lariat but Ian quickly reverses it into a Monkey Flip, Hunter almost landing right on his head from the move. Rob staggers to his feet against the turnbuckle and Ian runs towards it, going for his own Stinger Splash, but he hits nothing but turnbuckle as Rob slides out of the way. Ian wobbles backwards slightly, holding his head, and Rob uses this advantage as he grabs Ian in an STO, only to drop backwards, dropping Ian's head right into the second turnbuckle. Pulling Ian away from the cage, Robinson climbs the top rope, looking to hit a moonsault on Ian... Rob stops and looks up at the cage before he begins to climb to the top. However, he doesn't make it as Riona quickly climbs up and hits him with a forearm to the back to stop him. Looking down at the mat, Riona grabs Phoenix's arms and locks him in a FULL-NELSON~! The fans know that Riona is more than crazy to try something like doing the Detonator off the top rope, having done it in the past... However for them, such a spot is not going to happen as Sullivan manages to make the save with a forearm of his own. Seeing the precarious position Riona and Rob are in, Hunter adds to the situation as he positions himself under Riona's legs... and... POWERBOMBS HER RIGHT ONTO EMPEROR IAN~!... BUT... RIONA HOLDS ONTO ROBINSON AND FLINGS HIM OFF THE TOP WITH A FULL NELSON SUPLEX~! TOWER OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! The fans chant Holy Shit, predictably, and Hunter shoves Riona off of Ian to make the cover on her... 1... 2... THRE-KICKOUT~!



Robinson looks down and out from landing on his head as sharply as he did, so it's up to Hunter to win the match for his team. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulls out... A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS! He slaps the cuffs onto the cage, and pulls Ian's arm over to chain him to the cage... LOWBLOW FROM RIONA! Riona staggers to her feet, blood still flowing down her face, and pulls Hunter by his arm right into a stiff knee to the gut. Hunter doubles over, and Riona continues the punishment as she drags him over to the other side of the cage and starts to ram his face into the steel over and over again. Dragging him into the corner, Riona hammers down fist after fist onto her rival, choking him out a bit with a Reebok to the throat. Robinson and Ian start to stir a bit as Riona backs up... RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Hunter's nose is gushing blood at this point, but Riona doesn't care as she grinds his face against the steel, cheese grater style. Hunter slumps against the cage and the bottom rope, trying to recover from Riona's stiff attacks... OLE... OLE OLE OLE... OLE KICK RIGHT TO THE BACK OF HUNTER'S SKULL, MASHING HIS FACE AGAINST THE STEEL~! Riona turns around... kick to the gut... PHOENIX WITH THE FLAME~! ONE... TWO... THR-IAN BREAKS IT UP!


Brian Rentfro: Damnit Ian, stop saving your partner!

Jon McDaniel: What is he supposed to do, just let Riona lose?

Brian Rentfro: I love you Riona, but the Pantheon deserve those belts and you should know it.

Jon McDaniel: I'm telling...

Brian Rentfro: I'LL BE GOOD!

Rob and Ian face off in the middle of the ring, both tired from this fast-paced match so far and they start to slug it out once more! Robinson gets the upper hand of this exchange and pushes Ian against the ropes... Irish whip and Ian is put on Robinson's shoulders briefly before he plants him with a Fireman's Shoulderbreaker. The pain is very visible on the face of Ian as he collapses onto the mat holding his shoulder. Robinson doesn't care though and grabs Ian by the hair before pulling him back up to his feet. The Emperor doesn't even attempt to fight out of Robinson's grip but is instead immediately hit with a nasty headbutt to the shoulder from The Phoenix as he gets to his feet. Once again Ian falls over in pain. Robinson pulls Ian back up for more abuse, but is surprised as Ian returns the favor, slamming his head into Rob's hard knocking them both back holding their heads. Ian doesn't stop though and goes right back towards Robinson, hitting him with another hard headbutt that knocks Robinson down and has him holding his head in pain. After doing this Ian shakes his head, trying to get the cobwebs out, before going to the near corner and climbing to the top. Ian wastes no time, and doesn't bother to climb the cage like Rob as he jumps off and nails The Phoenix with a Flying Headbutt! Ian holds his head on the mat from the move, but crawls over to Rob for the cover... 1...2...Hunter breaks it up.

Brian Rentfro: And that, my friends, is called using your head... Ian's is hard enough because he's got no brains, you know.

Jon McDaniel: You know that isn't true.

Ian staggers to his feet, exhaustion visible on the former champion... Picking up Robinson, he fails to notice the other member of the Pantheon in the match and pays for it as Hunter Sullivan grabs him and flings him onto his neck with a Half-Nelson Suplex! Ian folds in two from the move, but Hunter gets no chance to follow up on it as Hunter is locked in a FULL NELSON~! Riona holds onto the move for all it's worth, but her waning strength is just not enough as Hunter rams her back first into the cage to break the hold. Hunter staggers forward to collect his thoughts, and Rob takes over as he rushes Riona and kicks her breath out with a Front Dropkick! Rob rolls to his feet, feeling woozy from Ian's repeated headbutts, and pulls Riona to her feet. Riona breaks the weak grip he has on her and goes for a Knife-edged chop, but Rob catches her hand and holds her in a Full-Nelson of his own. Rob holds Riona there, applying the pressure on the hold as he calls out for Hunter to clear the cobwebs a little faster. Hunter gets the picture and bounces off the back ropes... VIPER SN-RIONA WITH A JAWBREAKER TO ROBINSON! VIPER SNAP TO THE PHOENIX! Rob is out fucking cold as Hunter gets to his feet and ignores Riona to stare at Rob, completely shocked in horror about hitting his own partner with his finisher. He doesn't even notice Riona as she slams him face first into the cage with RUNNING KNEES TO THE BACK! Hunter slumps down, facing the cage... Ian comes out of nowhere and slaps the other half of the handcuff onto Hunter's wrist!

Brian Rentfro: OH NO!

Jon McDaniel: Hunter Sullivan is trapped, nowhere to go, and he may have cost the Pantheon this match!

Brian Rentfro: Say it isn't so!

Hunter has to stand helplessly, facing the cage, as he watches the action on the ADCTron in front of him. Ian pulls Rob to his feet, feeling winded himself, and doubles him over into a Front Facelock before lifting him into a Vertical Suplex. Ian doesn't hold Rob there for too long as he drops him right across his knees with a GUTBUSTER! The Phoenix bounces from the impact, staggering right into a knee of Riona's as she doubles him over into a Standing Headscissors... Riona lifts him up... DEVOLUTION~! Riona with the cover... 1... 2... THREEE~!

* * * DING DING DING * * *


The Superdome crowd erupts in cheers as the cage door opens and Scott walks in, carrying the PWA Tag Team Championship titles to Riona and Ian, the latter getting his 'half' of the GWA Global Tag Titles as well. Ian holds his titles high as Hunter continues to struggle against his binds. Riona looks at Hunter struggling against... YAKUZA KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Hunter slumps against the steel, KO'd this time, as Riona picks up her title belt and holds it up with Ian. She reaches into Hunter's pocket and pulls out the key to the handcuffs, tossing it over to Scott. She and Ian step out of the cage and walk up the ramp together, a hard-fought victory won against the Pantheon.

Jon McDaniel: And a strike has been hit into the heart of the Pantheon!

Brian Rentfro: ...

Jon McDaniel: You seem a little speechless over there.

Brian Rentfro: ...

Jon McDaniel: You OK?

Brian Rentfro: That woman... scares the crap out of me sometimes. She's so... I don't know, she just scares me.

Jon McDaniel: Apparantly, my partner is in love. We'll be back after these message with our main event of the evening... Mark Zout challenges the champion Matthew Engel for the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP...

Engel confronts Riona

After the tag match, we find Riona Langly and Emperor Ian entering the backstage area. Both are exhausted and bloodied, as they try to clean themselves up. However, their tag titles are back in their possession. The camera turns to a figure approaching them. It's the World Champion, Matthew Engel. Riona notices him first, and immediately steps forward. Ian becomes aware, and stands a few feet behind his partner.

Matthew Engel: You know, Riona, I can't help that we landed on different sides of this war. But, you know my side is gonna win.

Riona Langly: Win? You call the mangled bodies that will be left in my wake a win? Enjoy your victory.

Jon McDaniel: Wait! Orion is right behind Ian wielding a sledgehammer! This can't be good!

Matthew Engel: You first.

Brian Rentfro: And down goes Ian! Orion took him out and Riona barely noticed!

Engel glances over Riona's left shoulder and she turns around, but her distraction lasts long enough for Orion to knock out Ian and disappear. Ian's title is draped over his face, as Riona looks on with disgust and anger. She turns around to take on Engel, but he has vanished.

Jon McDaniel: That is ridiculous Brian! The Pantheon can never play fair!

Brian Rentfro: Are you kidding? Riona is crazy! She ain't playing fair!

Riona bends down to help her fallen partner, and notices a white business card on top of the title. The front is blank, but the back says 'You're next.' She scoffs.

Riona Langly: Come meet your maker, boys.

Matthew Engel (c) vs Mark Zout

PWA World Title Match

Jon McDaniel: Despite what I just witnessed, I am still anxious to see this match.

Brian Rentfro: Of course you are. There's no shame in admitting to enjoying the Pantheon at its finest.

Jon McDaniel: It's not that Brian. Perhaps the Pantheon might lose their precious World Title right here tonight!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, our final match of the evening is for the PWA World Championship! This match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and has a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Seattle, Washington...

My pain filled drama queen
Is always creeping at your bed,
Getting ready to buy you out.
'Cause we all know what goes around comes around. You should have known what I was all about.
Do not test me.

At the end of these words emerges the nephew of The Powerhouse, sporting a new platinum blonde look.

Eric Emerson: He stands at five feet, ten inches, and weighs in tonight at two hundred five pounds…

'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Get on your knees
I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please
So get up or get out and I'll show you
What it means to control you
'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world.

Eric Emerson: The ‘King of the World,’ Mark... ZOUT!!!

Zout passes by several Markz on his way down to the ring looking to slap his hand, jeering and sneering at them instead, resulting in tremendous boos to reign down on him.

When he reaches the ring he ascends the steel steps nearest himself and wipes his white DC Courts on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. His silver shorts glimmer under the lights as he moves atop the second turnbuckle opposite his opponent. He raises his index finger, pointing to the crowd, and is met with a sea of disapproval. In retaliation, he crosses one arm in front of his torso and and raises the other violently so the inside of his elbow slaps his forearm and curves upward in a fist. He then spits toward the crowd before hopping down.

Jon McDaniel: The fans showing their distaste for Zout's actions.

Brian Rentfro: I kinda like the guy, Jon. He knows he's better than all those dimwits out there.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

The hard bass and drums from "The God That Failed" kick in, along with Kirk's guitar riffs. Matthew Engel appears from backstage, dressed in his trademarked green tuxedo. He has a black silk dress shirt, black tie, and black wrestling boots. He begins to make his way down to the ring.

Jon McDaniel: It seems Orion won't be joining Engel at ringside. I guess he's still celebrating his cheap shot on Ian.

Brian Rentfro: Or maybe Engel wants to shut everybody up and finally prove he is the World Champion on his own.

Eric Emerson: Standing exactly six feet and weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds...

Matthew Engel makes it down to the ring and slides in. He takes off his jacket, dress shirt, and tie to reveal a wife-beater shirt.

Eric Emerson: He is your PWA World Champion... he is MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL!

He begins to stretch and get ready for his match as "The God That Failed" fades. A mixed reaction from the crowd as they erupt, a slight more boos than cheers. Engel and Zout begin to circle each other in the ring as referee Lance Weston calls for the bell.


Zout and Engel lock horns, and Engel gets the quick advantage putting Zout in a hammerlock. Zout gets out of it with a big elbow to Engel's face. Zout tries for a dropkick, but Engel sidesteps. Engel lands a few stomps on the downed Zout, and goes into the ropes. Engel tries for a senton bomb, but Zout rolls out of the way. Engel gets to his feet and Zout nails him with some painful forearm shots. Zout tosses Engel into the corner and immediately follows it up with a knee strike to the face. Engel stumbles forward and Zout hops up onto the top turnbuckle and takes Engel down with a missile dropkick.

Jon McDaniel: The challenger takes the early advantage here Brian in what has been anticipated to be a great match.

Brian Rentfro: That dropkick didn't hurt at all... Zout is favoring that bum ankle of h

Engel gets brought up to his feet and Zout takes him down with a snap suplex. Zout goes into the ropes and hits a high-impact knee-drop on Engel. Zout begins to stomp on Engel, and he won't stop! Zout mounts Engel and unchambers lefts and rights. Lance Weston tries to get Zout off of him, but Zout just ignores him and keeps going to work on Engel, who can only cover up at this point. Zout finally stands up and the crowd boos him, but he just smiles back at them. He spits on some people in the front row again.

Jon McDaniel: Oh come on, that's uncalled for.

Brian Rentfro: He's gotta show his dominance over these laymen, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: It's embarrassing!

Engel gets to his feet and Zout turns around. Zout charges and tries to take down Engel with an elbow strike, but Engel ducks and gets behind Zout. Engel puts Zout in a sleeper hold, but Zout quickly finds the turnbuckle and runs up the corner! Zout tries to leap off and twist out of the sleeper hold, but Engel catches on to the idea and rotates Zout 180 degrees in midair and plants him into the mat with a huge DDT!

Brian Rentfro: What a reversal by Engel!

Jon McDaniel: Okay, I admit that was a good move.

Engel tries for a cover.



Kick out!

Lance calls the two and Engel gets Zout to his feet. Engel nails him with a right hook, and picks him up for a scoop slam. He slams Zout down to the mat. Engel springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault, and connects. He holds it for the pin.



Kick out! Lance calls the two once again.

Jon McDaniel: The World Champion is building some offense here, finally!

Brian Rentfro: He was just waiting for the right time to strike, Jon.

Engel gets Zout up to his feet, but Zout slams his elbow into Engel's stomach. Engel doubles over and Zout takes him down with a neckbreaker. Zout gets Engel to his feet and irish whips him into the corner. Zout charges and connects with a huge clothesline. Zout shoves Engel back into the corner and puts him on the top turnbuckle. Zout climbs to the middle rope and puts Engel in a front facelock. Zout lifts Engel up and behind him, slamming him to the mat with a superplex. Zout quickly covers.



3 -- No! Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Wow! That was TOO close, Jon!

Jon McDaniel: Yes it was, I was about to open up some champagne to another Pantheon loss!

Zout gets Engel up and throws him out of the ring. Zout climbs out and grabs Engel by the head and smashes his face into the barricade. Lance Weston begins to start the count.


Zout picks Engel up and drops him throat-first onto the barricade. Engel struggles to breathe and starts to crawl away for safety. Zout kicks Engel in the ribs a few times, and gets him to his feet. Zout slams Engel face-first into the ringpost, as Lance keeps counting.


Engel, now on one knee, is bleeding from his nose. Zout grabs him by the head again, but Engel has had enough as he slams his elbow into Zout's gut. Engel does it again, and again, and then hits a roundhouse connecting with Zout's jaw. He goes down and Engel follows up with a legdrop off the barricade!

Brian Rentfro: Engel hit that move perfectly!


Jon McDaniel: He can't beat Zout outside the ring!

Brian Rentfro: I think he knows that Jon!


Engel gets Zout up to his feet and slides him into the ring. Engel wipes the blood from his mouth and climbs the top turnbuckle as Zout manages to get to a knee. Engel waits patiently on the top rope as Zout turns around. Engel jumps off with a flip and lands perfectly on top of Zout's shoulders. Zout grabs him to prevent falling backwards.

Brian Rentfro: Looks like Engel has other ideas! Hurricanrana!

Jon McDaniel: Wait! Zout isn't giving up that easy!

Brian Rentfro: No! Zout reverses it with a sit-down powerbomb! And holds it for the pin!



Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Another close one, Jon. Are we ever going to get a winner here?

Jon McDaniel: These guys better hope we don't run out of time!

Zout begins to yell at the referee, but he isn't budging about his call. Engel gets to his feet and wraps Zout up from behind and hits a back-to-belly suplex on him. Zout crashes stomach and chest first to the mat. Engel and Zout, a little fatigued, get to their feet at relatively the same time. Zout lays into Engel with a right hook, but Engel comes back with his own. Back and forth they go as Zout tries to stand toe-to-toe with the World Champion.

Jon McDaniel: I gotta give Zout some credit, he's really taking it to our World Champion tonight!

Brian Rentfro: He really wants that title, Jon, but I'm not sure Engel is going to step aside so easily.

Zout nails Engel with a forearm shot that sends Engel staggering back. Zout hits a big-time legsweep DDT on Engel.

Brian Rentfro: Zout calls that the Space Needle, and Engel looks a little dazed from it.

Jon McDaniel: Zout tries for a cover, we could have a new World Champion here!



3 - NO! Kick out!

Lance calls the kick out and Zout is furious. Zout gets in Lance's face and continues to argue with him. Lance stands his ground, not scared of Zout. Zout takes a step back, and Engel begins to gather himself behind him. Zout begins to laugh at Lance, and insists again that he beat Engel. Zout wants Lance to raise his hand, but Lance refuse. Engel gets to his feet. Zout's laugh turns to anger as he reaches back to try to hit Lance, but Engel wraps his arm up with Zout's and uses his other arm to tangle up Zout's free arm. Engel, having Zout in a full-nelson hold, slams Zout neck/back first into the mat.

Jon McDaniel: Did Engel just save Weston from getting attacked?

Brian Rentfro: Doubtful. Engel was looking for the opportunity to take out Zout.

Jon McDaniel: He could have let Zout hit Weston and disqualify himself! Engel would still be champ!

Brian Rentfro: Maybe Engel DOES have more honor than meets the eye.

Engel gets Zout to his feet. Engel lifts Zout over his shoulder, holding onto Zout's legs with one arm as he wraps his other arm around Zout's head. In a split second, Engel throws Zout's legs off of his shoulder and spins them around, he himself spinning to the side and falling to the mat, driving Zout face-first to the mat.

Brian Rentfro: SONS OF PLUNDER!

Jon McDaniel: Engel has put a few guys away with this move. Let's see if that's all she wrote for Zout!



3 - NO! Zout places his foot on the bottom rope before the three count.

Engel slams the mat in frustration. He looks over to Lance, and Lance immediately gets defensive. Engel nods his head and gets Zout to his feet. He whips Zout into the ropes and Engel tries for a spinebuster, but Zout blocks it, and hits Engel with a rollover DDT. Zout stomps on Engel a few times, and then climbs to the top rope. He leaps off the top rope and connects with a 450 legdrop.

Jon McDaniel: Wow.. WHAT A MOVE! Engel might not have survived that!

Brian Rentfro: We'll see, Jon.

Zout covers.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: And again Engel shows us his ultimate resilience!

Brian Rentfro: Zout's gonna need more firepower if he wants to put away Engel.

Zout gets Engel to his feet and throws him into the corner. Zout connects with a huge forearm shot, and then tries for a jumping roundhouse, but Engel rolls out of the way. Zout turns to Engel and tries a left hook, but Engel blocks it and nails Zout in the side with a low kick. Engel runs up the turnbuckle holding onto Zout and executes a perfect tornado DDT.

Jon McDaniel: Engel punishes Zout with the tornado DDT, and he's on the turnbuckles again.

Brian Rentfro: I think this might be the last time!

Engel, with his back to the ring, leaps off the turnbuckle, corkscrewing his body around while somersaulting, and lands with a body splash across Zout's mid-section.


Engel remains on top of Zout's mid-section for the cover.





Eric Emerson: And your winner... and still... PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....Matthew... the Virus... ENGEL!!!!!!

Zout rolls out of the ring and heads backstage. Engel stands proud in the ring, as Orion comes down to celebrate with him. Engel is handed his World Title by Lance Weston, and Lance raises Engel's arm in the air. Engel raises the World Title with the other, and Orion slides into the ring. Engel and Orion shake hands, as the crowd sends a mixed reaction of boos and cheers for the World Champion.

Brian Rentfro: There's Orion! Guess he didn't need him, huh Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Maybe not this time.

All of sudden, "Alcohol" by Dropkick Murphys hits the sound system.

Brian Rentfro: That's Bubba J's music!

Jon McDaniel: Seems as if Bubba J didn't heed Jethro's advice earlier about not going after Engel!

Brian Rentfro: But where is that bum!?

Orion and Engel look around furiously. Behind them, there is a disturbance in the crowd as Bubba hops the barricade. Orion turns around and is met with a wild haymaker from Bubba. Engel tries to hit Bubba with the World Title, but Bubba ducks. Bubba kicks Engel in the gut, and Bubba turns his side to Engel, locking his closer arm around Engel's jaw in a 3/4 headlock and then grabbing the back of Engel's head with his free arm. In a split-second, Bubba falls to a seated position, driving Engel's jaw and throat into his bicep.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba hits Engel with the Trailer Park Trash!

Brian Rentfro: Good God! Where the hell is the Pantheon?!

Bubba J mounts Engel and begins to rock him with lefts and rights. Engel gets busted open even more. Orion gets to his feet and Bubba J turns around, and rolls out of the ring. He gives both Orion and Engel the middle finger and disappears through the crowd again.

Jon McDaniel: Engel might still be World Champ, but he got what he deserves!

Orion tries to help Engel to his feet, but his focus locks in on someone atop the stage.

Brian Rentfro: Oh God... it's...Riona!

Riona Langly is standing with a sadistic grin and wielding that railroad spike. Engel and Orion are to their feet, and they stare back. Riona simply gives them a 'cut' sign, and disappears backstage. Engel is furious.

Jon McDaniel: Looks like Engel might be the next target of the Apostles of Ares, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: The Pantheon wouldn't let the Apostles go near Engel. He's still the World Champ!

Jon McDaniel: Well we're about out of time. I'm Jon McDaniel...

'Voices' by Rev Theory cuts McDaniel off as Chamelion marches out onto the stage with Raizzor, Phoenix and Wilkie with him.

Chamelion: Hold on, don't you dare end this show yet. After what I just witnessed, two things are going to happen. The first, Matthew, what Bubba just did won't go unanswered. Next week, you get your chance at vengeance when you take Bubba J on in a one on one match!

Engel nods, approvingly.

Chamelion: Secondly, maybe Riona thinks she's coming after you, us, Pantheon, whatever, but she has to take care of business first. And that is this: I have informed Chaos that they need to find a team, any team and get them ready; for they will be facing Riona Langly and Emperor Ian in a PWA Tag-Team Championship match at Manitoba Mayhem!

Crowd roars in response.

Chamelion: And finally, back to you Matthew, I got a bit of bad news I have to share with you... I was just on the phone with the Board of Directors... and they have informed me that they themselves have decided the main event for Manitoba Mayhem... and I was shocked by what they told me, because Matthew... they told me to DISREGARD the rules...

Engel blinks, the crowd is a buzz and Chamelion reveals all.

Chamelion: In the main event, at Manitoba Mayhem, it will be you, Matthew Engel, defending your PWA World Heavyweight Championship, against the number one contender.......

He pauses, disgusted with what he has to say.

Chamelion: JETHRO HAYES!

Engel's jaw drops, and Chamelion listens to the roar of the crowd, with Pantheon shaking their collective heads.

Chamelion: And yes, if Jethro wins, he will indeed be the first man in this incarnation to hold both the PWA World and IC titles! But ya know what!? This is where I, as the owner, comes in.. if you, Engel win; YOU will be a double champion, because Jethro's IC title, is ALSO ON THE LINE!

With that, and the sudden hiss of the crowd, Chamelion turns and stalks off stage, leaving Engel to mull over the news, and prepare for next week's challenge.

Brian Rentfro: I'm stunned!

Jon McDaniel: Manitoba Mayhem just got HOT! We're going to have our first double champion, assured, but will it be Jethro Hayes, or Matthew Engel!? Only time will tell! We are really out of time folks!

Brian Rentfro: See you next week!

(C) PWA 2009